A typical fathers dilemma: Its the second half of an exhilirating UEFA soccer match between Manchester United and Celtic, scores level at 2-2 with 40 minutes to go. The time is 10:05pm, which means the match ends at 10:45pm. The Butterfly is fast asleep but is scheduled to wake up for a feed at 11pm. Now here's the twist.... The Maiden is all out of Baby Formula, and the glint in her eye is starting to turn into a glare. The last time I saw that glare was while on holiday in Pamplona in Spain, during the Running Of The Bulls and the look belonged to a raging beast charging toward me in a narrow alley.
If tonight turned out anything like that fateful day did, i'd soon be laying on my belly in a seedy hospital with a gaping hole in my buttocks from being gored by a ferocious snorting beast.... much like the Maiden started looking like as the minutes ticked on.
Needless to say, the day was saved by a timely goal from Ole' Gunnar Solksjaer for United, which meant I could rush out and buy The Butterfly's formula comfortable in the knowledge that we'd won the game.
Aaaahhh... the joys of fatherhood and the challenges we father's face :)
If tonight turned out anything like that fateful day did, i'd soon be laying on my belly in a seedy hospital with a gaping hole in my buttocks from being gored by a ferocious snorting beast.... much like the Maiden started looking like as the minutes ticked on.
Needless to say, the day was saved by a timely goal from Ole' Gunnar Solksjaer for United, which meant I could rush out and buy The Butterfly's formula comfortable in the knowledge that we'd won the game.
Aaaahhh... the joys of fatherhood and the challenges we father's face :)
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