The Big O Know
byPhones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
Phones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
Some things just aren’t meant to be.
It’s not often my father surprises me, but last night he managed to.
How can two groups of people hear the same nine words and take away completely different meanings? Easy, when one group is made up of my children.
I love cheese. I am a bit of a Wallace. But have you noticed how rubbery some cheese is these days?
“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “Is Mum home yet?” “No,” he said. “What’s going on? This is the third time you’ve called. Has the cat got out?” He was referring to our new kitten, Minion. “No,” I told him. “Although you might say the cat’s out of the bag.”
It seems we all have our ‘the time I fell down’ story. Which is great, because I don’t feel so singled out.
“I understand how you feel,” my lovely cousin, Donna, sympathized with me last night when the topic turned to my recent fall.
When I was at school I was an athlete. Seriously. I rowed. I played football. I ran – everywhere! I’d finish a lap of the oval so far ahead of my team mates my coach would make me do it again.
So what is going on with me lately?
The only driving event we’d ever consider entering would be the Demolition Derby, although we’d be more likely to have an accident driving into the arena.
“Are we ready to go home?” I asked Tracey. We’d taken the kids to a park where they can ride their scooters and bikes.
“No, not yet,” she said. “They’re having so much fun.”
“So we’re going to wait until someone hurts themselves then?”
In the world of helicopter parenting, we’re the ones they’ve grounded due to poor maintenance.