The phone rings."Mr Duck?" It's your son's school."
Oh Lordy - who's he kicked in the fork in self-defence this time?
"Could you pick him up, please? He's not well."
I arrive at the school gate just in time to see the boy emerging from the undergrowth, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You all right?" I ask.
"Just been sick," he says at length (Juuuuuusssst beeeen siiiick).
And there is more: "Inna hedge."
That's me boy!
On fatherly pride, Part II
It is Scaryduckling's 16th birthday.
Happy birthday, Scaryduckling.
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Huzzah for Friday sick inna hedge tales! And for furstness.
Sahara Desert
Happy birthday, Scaryduckling.
But you are supposed to wait until the birthday hangover to throw up.
Yes, sick inna hedge tales long overdue.
But what did he say?
Happy birthday, Scaryduckling.
At last, a tale of mirth and woe. More details needed and POIDH.
At what age do you loose the pride of outdoor sickness and have the decency to look a tad sheepish?
Only sheepish if you live in Wales. Ask Rik.
Happy Birthday, Scaryduckling!
Two more years until you can legally throw her out of the house (by Canadian law).
WoD
Like father, like son. Typical!
Congratulations - now look in the shed.
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