Yesterday was a bit slow and I had some time to kill. I’m learning how to count now, so I got me an old calendar and tried to determine when I was actually conceived.
Mom’s birthday is November 30, so from what I can tell I’m a birthday baby.
Now here’s the kicker, I don’t look like either of my parents. When I was a newborn I looked like Daddy, but now that I’m plumper, pinker and more blonde I don’t look like Mommy or Daddy at all.
Billy Idol is English and his birthday is also November 30. He’s a partying dude and already has a kid (so Mr Idol is familiar with the baby-making process) so could it be possible he’s my Daddy instead?
Mommy says you can’t get pregnant from watching the telly, and she’s only seen Billy Boy on the telly, and not in person.
I’ve got the spikey hair and the sneer, so if Mr Idol isn’t my Daddy, who is?
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Me and my folks travelled up to the IKEA in Croydon last weekend. For some reason Mom really doesn’t like Croydon, and often refers to it as Satan’s Armpit.
We originally made the trip to go find a cheap medicine cabinet, but it wasn’t meant to be. Eventually we found a cabinet called Baren, but silly Mommy forgot to write down the weird Swedish name for the shelves that matched the cabinet. For a while we all tried to guess what the shelves would be called: shelfblarg, kontainerholderr, tampoonhyderr…. to no avail.
While we were schlepping through the kiddie section, Daddy spotted a huuuuuge kontainer of stuffed rat toys and decided to get me one. You see, Mommy doesn’t like rodents of any type, and he explained to me that my future toy will actually help Mommy to not dislike rats as much.
When we started to head back towards our kaar, Daddy informed Mommy of my new rat toy and his reasoning for buying it. Mommy agreed, and said that night she’ll put her foot up Daddy’s backside and force him to go to the emergency room because he hasn’t visited a doktor since 1987, thus forcing him to face his fear.
What are some of your fears?
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My Daddy enjoys watching football, but luckily he isn’t obsessed with it. There are a certain games he’s just gotta watch.
He really likes it if Mommy watches the footie with him, and she does sometimes. She doesn’t like football players as much as rugby players. She’ll happily ogle at rugby players’ bums for hours. Footballers don’t seem to be as beefy as rugby players, so they’re of little interest to Mommy.
Last night England played Sweden and the game ended in a draw. A draw is better than losing, but England’s a little frustrated because they haven’t been able to beat the Swedes since 1968.
This weekend we’re all heading to IKEA in Croydon to buy us a medicine cabinet. Mommy’s relieved about the previous game ending in a draw because had Sweden won, Daddy would have wanted us to boycott IKEA until next year. And then the year after that, and the year after that and we would never ever buy us a medicine cabinet!
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