Today was my first day back at work after 2 weeks of being a full time dad. On one hand it’s a nice change not to be singing nursery rhymes about ducks that like rain and also not having to watch some bloke with a high pitched voice have a discussion with an owl that sounds remarkably like dame Edna about the really annoying gigglemobile.
Dad, I want to barrack for the Bombers
Saturday, 03 April 2010 11:59 Published in Bucky's Trophy Cabinet
And that one sentenced rocked my world. I was certain Kid A would be black + white for life. She knows the lyrics to the Collingwood theme song (minus the cakewalk part) so very well and for good reason, I used to sing it to her every night as she drifted off to sleep. Q thought I was singing nursery rhymes, and indeed I did but only when I knew she was close by. For Kid A to say “Dad you should let me choose my own football team. I want to barrack for the Bombers” was a bit of a shock.
