This is what I do after I have generously allowed the rest of the family drive in my car without me. I have to give a cursory look inside the car to make sure things haven't been moved around in my absence. Obviously if rubbish has been moved I will be pleased.
I am very particular that my parking permit card (PPC) in the car be left where it should belong because I hate searching for petty things in the morning hours when top priority is to go to work (arriving late to work is another issue).
I noticed that my PPC was way too kinky. Within fractions of a second I get judgemental and carefully questioned as to who did that. Should I need a warrant to put the 'Blame on my little son'? No I don't because I am his mum and he is wrong when I say he is. This time I say he is wrong.
Next morning, as expected the card reader rejected the PPC and I managed to get into the car park by other means.I decided to request for a new PPC and went into the office.
The nice lady at the desk asked me,'Where did you leave your PPC'? I answered back saying I left it in the car. She guessed that it is the warm weather that made the card kinky.(warm weather in Britain-ridiculous.,' The only Sun that comes out in the UK is THE SUN' (referring to the newspaper belonging to R Murdock). I have copylefted this remark anyway.)
I spurted suddenly, 'I Blamed it on my Son without knowing it is the Sun to be blamed'!!. The whole office burst into laughter.
With a sense of mild guilt of having cursed my son for something not being his fault I wanted to make up to him. I was nice to him in a motherly way, I allowed him to sit next to me and allowed him to operate the radio in the car. Everything was fine until he decides to apply the HANDBRAKE whilst I am still driving. For that moment I felt like 'The STIG' on the Jeremy Clarkson car show trying to pull a car stunt.
My rage went uncontrollable but what can I do except to shout his name in CAPITALS and thank God that his small hands weren't strong enough to pull the brakes fully!!
Moral- Kids are Kids
I am very particular that my parking permit card (PPC) in the car be left where it should belong because I hate searching for petty things in the morning hours when top priority is to go to work (arriving late to work is another issue).
I noticed that my PPC was way too kinky. Within fractions of a second I get judgemental and carefully questioned as to who did that. Should I need a warrant to put the 'Blame on my little son'? No I don't because I am his mum and he is wrong when I say he is. This time I say he is wrong.
Next morning, as expected the card reader rejected the PPC and I managed to get into the car park by other means.I decided to request for a new PPC and went into the office.
The nice lady at the desk asked me,'Where did you leave your PPC'? I answered back saying I left it in the car. She guessed that it is the warm weather that made the card kinky.(warm weather in Britain-ridiculous.,' The only Sun that comes out in the UK is THE SUN' (referring to the newspaper belonging to R Murdock). I have copylefted this remark anyway.)
I spurted suddenly, 'I Blamed it on my Son without knowing it is the Sun to be blamed'!!. The whole office burst into laughter.
With a sense of mild guilt of having cursed my son for something not being his fault I wanted to make up to him. I was nice to him in a motherly way, I allowed him to sit next to me and allowed him to operate the radio in the car. Everything was fine until he decides to apply the HANDBRAKE whilst I am still driving. For that moment I felt like 'The STIG' on the Jeremy Clarkson car show trying to pull a car stunt.
My rage went uncontrollable but what can I do except to shout his name in CAPITALS and thank God that his small hands weren't strong enough to pull the brakes fully!!
Moral- Kids are Kids
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