Ah, the joy of B3ta timing...

I got home from work today as usual...and was greeted by my Eldest flakelet...as usual. The following conversation ensued:

Flakelet: "Hello daddy, *mutters 'if you are my daddy' under breath*. How was work today?"

Me: "Fucking hedgehog bollocks, thanks for asking...how was school?"

Flakelet: "Oh...so-so...there was a fire alarm today. It was an experiment...erm...a test"

Me: "Ahh, actually son, it's called a 'Drill'..."

Flakelet: "I don't think so Dad, some twat blew up the fucking chemistry lab!"

He's 7.

This story is absolutely true - except for the swearing...and the doubts regarding parentage.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 30 Jan 2009, 19:06, 1 reply)

Click!!
There are twats everywhere...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:51, closed)