Saturday, February 02, 2008

And tonight, instead of relaxing ...... it's the DS hunt..

Molly's off to bed when she asks me to charge up her DS overnight.
Sure thing darling, where's the charger?
Don't know says darling little daughter.

Cue an hour of turning the house upside down. No DS charger to be found.
Tomorrow morning we'll be looking in her room again.
Mommy and Daddy not happy. Molly not too happy either. Could be worse of course, could be the bloody DS rather than a £5 charger. But the point is the same.

And at this point I heard myself rattle off the same sorts of things that my Mom and Dad always used to about having some responsibility for your own things, how lucky you are to have so much, how you have to make sure you know where they are.......

Just scary really how the old adage is always true.
No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to avoid it you still come out with the same rubbish that they always did.
Now I just feel old and shit.

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