This is a very embarrassing story, but I feel it is worth telling, despite the humiliation. The other morning, I was in the bathroom, minding my own business, when to my dismay I heard the screech of brakes, heavy footsteps running up to the front porch, a loud rapping of knuckles on the door and the cry of "PARCEL!" Oh no!
The kids raced to be the first one to open the door, oblivious to my urgent instructions: "Wait! Don't open it! I'll be there in a minute!"
Kees opened the door wide and confidently piped up, "Don't worry, Mum's coming, she's just DOING A POO!"
Aagghh.
So you see, you don't need to feel too sorry for him about that cake incident.
Honestly, from the moment of inception, kids don't do a lot of good for the dignity. My commiserations. SO hope that package was a goodie...
ReplyDeleteHa, so glad I don't have kids right now :) It's kind of cute though. x
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