The girls and The Daddy were discussing how his work PT (Physical Training) is like their school PE (Physical Education):
The Daddy: ...so for instance, today we played volleyball.
Lily: Today WE played bench-ball*
Rachel: Today we had a spelling test!
*I have no idea what bench-ball is. She says that you throw around a ball to each other, and then you get to sit on a bench. I think it's like dodge ball for sissies.
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Friday, 25 September 2009
Sometimes you just nail the timing
The Daddy [on his way out to pick the girls up from school]: K, I'll be back.
The Mommy: Don't you threaten me.
The Mommy: Don't you threaten me.
Sunday, 16 August 2009
This is what The Daddy has been up to:
Reference pic:
Tattoo! On his ribs! (Minus the post-dinner lasagne disaster, hehehe):

Note: If you look kind of below and to the left of the Finnigan tattoo, you can see the faint stencil of the future Rachel tattoo - The Daddy just couldn't sit through all three portraits at once. More to come!
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