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"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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Never let your son help out with DIY
Or you may end up locked in the attic, in the dark, when he decides he's had enough being ordered about, bolts the attic door, and unplugs the inspection lamp you're using, stranding you on a cross-beam. Hilarity will then ensue when your wife returns home to an apparently empty house with what sounds like an enraged baboon with tourettes in the loft.
Or perhaps when erecting some fencing, and you've tensioned the fence so it makes a twang noise when it's touched, and your son decides he's going to throw your hammer away, meaning you have to watch 150yds of fencing unfurl in the blink of an eye as you weigh your options up.
How I never got thrashed to within an inch of my life is beyond me.
EDIT : Dickensian revenge was exacted by making me run plumbing through the underfloor areas my dad couldn't reach. I was six.
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 17:36, 1 reply)
Or you may end up locked in the attic, in the dark, when he decides he's had enough being ordered about, bolts the attic door, and unplugs the inspection lamp you're using, stranding you on a cross-beam. Hilarity will then ensue when your wife returns home to an apparently empty house with what sounds like an enraged baboon with tourettes in the loft.
Or perhaps when erecting some fencing, and you've tensioned the fence so it makes a twang noise when it's touched, and your son decides he's going to throw your hammer away, meaning you have to watch 150yds of fencing unfurl in the blink of an eye as you weigh your options up.
How I never got thrashed to within an inch of my life is beyond me.
EDIT : Dickensian revenge was exacted by making me run plumbing through the underfloor areas my dad couldn't reach. I was six.
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 17:36, 1 reply)
Brilliant
Click, mostly for 'enraged baboon with tourettes in the loft'
( , Fri 26 Nov 2010, 16:28, closed)
Click, mostly for 'enraged baboon with tourettes in the loft'
( , Fri 26 Nov 2010, 16:28, closed)
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