Yesterday’s corner time: 8 Minutes.
I was in trouble yesterday after spilling polish over our wooden floors, turning them into something closely resembling an ice rink.
Rather than alerting my Parents to this potentially hazardous spillage, I decided that it was more fun to hide in the lounge and call out to Becca. She would then barrel in on all fours, lose all traction, collapsing with limbs splayed and start to skid.
I stood prepared with my trusty broom and moving one step ahead at all times, feverishly polished the surface immediately in front her, encouraging and guiding her slide towards the bulls eye target that I had marked out at the end of the room.
I would then drag her back out into the hallway, call out to her again and so on. When I got bored of that, I pretended Becca was an ice hockey puck and slapped her across the room with the end of my broom, using the coffee table as the goal.
All was fine and my accuracy was improving greatly when Dad strode purposefully into the room and then rather unexpectedly, disappeared again into the kitchen after skidding across the now, highly polished floor.
Having removed his socks, Dad was slightly more cautious when he re-entered the lounge and immediately directed me to the sin bin, ruining any chances that I may have had for a podium place at the next Winter Olympics.
Matthew.
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- Matthew
- I'm Matthew, I'm 6 years old. I have a Mum, a Dad and an annoying, 4 year old sister, Becca. I started writing this blog when I was two. I had more time on my hands in those days. Becca wasn't even born and I didn't have to attend school for every waking hour. Still, whenever I can, I get up to mischief and I document my adventures here.
6 comments:
I hope that coffee table was high enough for Becca to sail right under it Matthew, could be damaging otherwise.
Yes, I was worried about damage to the coffee table too but it turned out to be just high enough. That is, unless Becca lifted up her head. :-)
Curling is very popular here in Canada, Matthew. Sounds like you've got quite a future in it if you'd like to come over to this side of the pond when you're older. :)
I'd have more of a future in it if my Dad stopped interfering!
Perhaps you can re-negotiate the training schedule with your dad when you point out that he's quashing not just a future Olympic Curler, but also Becca's bid for the Luge team.
Remind him of what those endorsements could do for his retirement fund ;-)
Hey, Luge is an excellent idea - I may have to give her a try out later!
Dad is keener for me to fund his retirement through soccer plus it's safer for Becca. Or so he thinks. ;-)
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