I don’t know how we get on these enlightening talks at the dinner table, but the other day we – the kids and Mom and I – got onto hell. Yes, hell, home of Satan. You know, Satan, the entity who prowls around the earth looking to wreak one sort of havoc or another. (Not […]
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So Jon went with the neighbour kids to see crocodiles in a place called Mpigi, a few hours away. Back home for dinner, this was the conversation. Jon: ‘And, Dad, did you know that there was one that was 63 years old and another that was 84!’ Me: ‘Come on, really?’ Jon: ‘Yeah, Dad, really!’
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We’re at the supper table with tacos and raw carrots and mom is not around and Jon looks at Liz and asks me if it’s possible for her to have a baby. ‘No,’ I said. This was my mistake. I should have just asked for more food or let out a good belch before pushing
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