See this face? This is the face of a bedtime Thermo-Nuclear meltdown. If this digger bed was a prison, he’d be on the roof in his undercrackers demanding better conditions while heaving jobbies at the police below.

“GET ME A CHOPPER AND A MILKY BAR ICE CREAM NOW, OR THE STUFFED DOG GETS IT!”

This is the face of a kid so enraged that we’re not reading ‘Hooray for Fish’ for the fiftieth time that he’s already headbutted the green wall in the picture two or three times, jammed his arm down the headboard and then howled that the digger bed is trying to eat him, and picked at least five rage bogies out of his beak and furiously wiped them on my arm.

You’ll be glad to know I did not surrender. In this household we do not negotiate with terrorists.

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