Yesterday's corner time: 23 Minutes.
Every now and then, I just can't stop being naughty. I can't help myself. I run riot.
Yesterday was one of those days. I was put in the corner 10 times.
Again, my Father is partially to blame. He bought me a roman soldier outfit. At first I didn't know what the sword was for - I thought it was for hitting bees (I don't like bees).
So, my Dad showed me Gladiator.
I never looked back:
- I decapitated all the flowers in the back garden.
- I clouted Becca.
- I decapitated all the flowers in the front garden.
- I clouted Becca.
- I tried to harpoon our tropical fish.
- I clouted Becca.
- I bruised the shins of any passing adult.
- I clouted Becca.
- I gave next door's cat the fright of its life.
- I whacked Grandad John on the back of his head. Grandad has two walking sticks, so I thought this was a fair fight, although he was sleeping at the time.
The sword was confiscated. Mum questioned Dad's sanity and then hit him over the head with the sword, which is hardly setting a good example.
Matthew.
3 comments:
lol, I read these most days.. Baaaad Matthew, and pooor Grandad John!
I'm glad you like it!
Matthew.
wow! My name's matthew too! lol becca sounds handy when you need target practice or a personal transport! Hahaha!!!
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