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Friday 1 February 2008

Hmmmm

I took you for a coffee on the beach. You sitting there with your white blond hair looking for all the world like a little angel. I had put your dummy (you only get this a night) into my pocket. As we were ordering I put your dummy on the table, quick as a flash you picked it up a stuffed it in your mouth.

I reached forward to take it out of your mouth and you said in a clear voice,'Daddy, don't touch my fucking dummy.' The whole cafe heard what you said and I thought I was going to blush to death. I pretty much slunk out of there feeling like the worst parent in the world.

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