Monday, 12 September 2011
"I like hooters......"
So here it is, the aforementioned secret stash, an impressive present pile, gifts galore, all set for tomorrow's main event.
In truth, The B would be content with a large slice of cake and half-a-dozen balloons, so it's clear that there's more than enough here.
Thinking about it, that's not quite accurate, for there is one more thing that he has requested.
One of these:
I think that's what he wants, anyway, but to be honest, his request required a fair degree of interpretation.
It came during a discussion about the things he'd like me to organise for tomorrow's celebrations.
He looked me in the eye, thought for a moment and gave the following answer (exact wordage here):
"Daddy, I like hooters."