I had a writer's conference today - with Mickey's mother. Accompanied by a cheese toastie (yum there is really nothing wrong and all good about a cheese toastie - it has uni days and melted hot goodness all through it - it was lunchtime cheese and does not count as a snack - please see previous post regarding the 2011 no snacks policy) she reminded me of some of Mickey's past exploits.
This is a true story from when Micky was about three.
Mickey's mother was in the back yard talking to her guests that had come over for a playdate, and she heard a noise in the background. A kind of 'shhh shhhh shhhh' noise - rhythmic and squirting. Not seeing Mickey anywhere she finally decided to check if he was inside. She came across the toilet door closed as the 'shhhh shhhh shhh' noise got louder. When she opened the door to the toilet a cloud of gas pours out and settles around her feet like her own personal dance studio smoke machine.
Mickey had been in the toilet for a long time spraying the bottle of air freshener. When he emerged he was also smoking everywhere from his clothes, and coughing from the fumes.
Mickey's mother had to let the house air out quite a lot.
And Mickey possibly still has a faint whiff of fake pine scent.
The end.
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