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Ninebelowzero -> Letters to my kid (9/26/2012 7:20:32 AM)
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I occassionally write fat boy a note when he's returned to his Mums after the weekend here with me.
BTW all rugby forwards are called fat boy, it's not an insult over here.
Hi son,
I have taken your claim that we had a mouse in the flat that ate all the biscuits & drank the Dr Pepper this weekend very seriously indeed. Having looked at all the evidence I can only assume the rodent is roughly the size of a small dog. I suspect we have a sweet toothed cookie rat.
Love.
Dad
Xx
Hey kiddo,
Just to let you know that you managed to empty both the fridge & the freezer this weekend.
Well done.
Another record broken.
Love
Dad
xx
Dear son,
For the record mud doesn’t come off white carpets easily.
Thanks,
Dad.
Xx
Dear son,
Dear son,
OMG! You know that sweet toothed giant rodent we have in the flat? Well the little monster has eaten all your biscuits & sweets, drank all the coke, played on your xbox & left it on & wore ALL YOUR clothes & left them all over the flat & then wrecked your bedroom.
Sorry mate don’t know what to say.
Love Dad,
xx
Dear kid,
that damned rodent has left a log in the toilet the size of my arm. If you see it tell him to flush please. & had to break it up to get it to move, luckily you had left your Dr Who Sonic Screwdriver close by & it worked a treat.
Love
Dad,
xx
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