Post Delayed…

Look, Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR-

Actually, my post was corrupted (twice) and then the kids woke up. I think I can get it back, but I need a free hand, which anyone with a toddler understands is little more than a comforting illusion. I’ll get to it, I promise. In the meantime, go check out ATH for a thing with relevance. Later,


      1. I’ve always held that each kid should be issued with a pair of extra arms for the mom. (I guess in your case it’d need to be dad.) Sure, I’d look silly with fourteen, but I could use them.

        1. Nanny. They ought to be issued with Nannies, so the parents can catch up on sleep, take a long hot soak in the tub, and close the door of the bathroom.

          Maybe robots. Nannybots. Yes . . . let me jot this one down. Evil genius child reprogramming his Nannybot to rob banks or some such . . .

          1. He’s not evil: just misunderstood. He’s doing it to pay for Grandma’s rejuv treatment, so she can finally go to space.

              1. “Are you trying to tell me the world’s first…”
                “Solar system’s first, sir.”
                “Space Pirates are a six year old and his Nannybot?”
                “Yes, sir.”

    1. Small unobtrusive metal ring surgically attached between the little darling’s shoulder blades at birth.
      Get you one of those retractible leashes with a really strong spring, or a supply of good sturdy bungee cords and many of your problems become much easier.

      1. Um. Have you ever seen those little dogs that run around their owner’s legs? Now imagine that with a close to thirty pound child – who thinks it’s funny when Dad falls flat on his face…

  1. Don’t lie oh kilted one.
    You sent your post off to a certain sub editor for proofing now didn’t you?
    Should be back in your hands with major revisions marked in crayon in time for your Thanksgiving post, or Christmas at the worst.

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