Friday 28 June 2013

In the Tunnels of Time - You scratch mine, i'll scratch yours.




I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning or the other day at least, and I had a wooden back scratcher protruding from the neck of my shirt.

My daughter looked at me, I was about to drive her to school, and she said - “Don’t forget that.”

I thanked her, but it’s worrying that she considered it a possibility.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha ha ofcourse it was a possiblity in her eyes!

I am not a robot!

popps said...

Hello non robot, thank you for being here but i have to conclude that you concur with my daughter concerning this possibility!
I'm outraged!