Music Group

Yesterday’s corner time: 9 Minutes.

Dad took the morning off work and took Becca and me to music group.

Unfortunately, I think I may have ruined any chances that I may have had of receiving some Christmas presents this year after I attacked Father Christmas.

Actually, it wasn’t really Father Christmas at all but a man dressed up to look like him. My suspicions were first aroused when he was unable to name all of Santa’s reindeers but they were most definitely confirmed when his beard fell off.

“Hey! It’s not really Father Christmas! It’s, it’s an impostor. Everybody, get him!” screamed my Dad.

I didn’t need inviting twice. In fact, I don’t normally need inviting once but it always helps.

Later on, in a reflective mood, Dad explained how it’s deemed socially unacceptable to do what we did unless you’re a professional wrestler. And even then, it’s still only acceptable if actually in a wrestling match at the time.

Apparently, it’s completely unacceptable to do what Becca did, even if you’re a wrestler in a wrestling match. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the hang of social etiquette.

Also, I’ve noticed that my Dad always saves the most important snippets of information until it’s too late. Had he shared this with me at the time, then perhaps we wouldn’t all be barred from music group.

Dad and I have a two month suspension and Becca has received a lifetime ban.

Matthew.