So I did all of the above, and even managed to brush and tie up her hair, and got her to school (only 20-odd minutes late - I can hear the gasps of disapproval from my maternal audience already) without any arguments or tantrums, from either of us.
45mins later I'm sitting at my desk at work feeling pleased with myself when I receive a call from my suspiciously chipper wife. I then have a couple of microseconds to think to myself "she sounds happy, she must be ringing to compliment me on doing such a great job that allowed her to get such a refreshing rest." before she asks (in an increasingly worrying sunny voice) "hello husband, so...what did you make Josie for her lunch today?".
Oh crap, "er..."
"Mmhmm. And recess?"
Double crap! "I-I-I... er... well..."
"Mmmmm. Aaaaaand nibble?"
Ahhhh frak me!!! "*whimper*"
In contrast to her hopelessly useless father my offspring managed to discover her lack of foodage, take herself off to the office and ring her mother to complain about the terrible staff & services offered at Shez Hill this morning, "definitely not up to snuff you must agree my good woman." and all such.
I'm sure you all agree.
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I'm grinning from ear to ear. Been there - done that. One has to learn from ... Oh well. lets not go there. ;)
Epic fail.
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