OFF TO GERMANY!
His girls got in the car (Tara: Kaa! Kaa! sounding clearly different from Ka! Ka!), had themselves treated to a trip to the airport, and went off to Germany! Now just WHAT will Papi do, all by himself with a freezer full of food and treats but NO-ONE to share them with?! Who is going to chase after him with a book in the left, and a book in the right hand when he comes home tired?
Who will serve him cake and eat half of it should he not be fast enough tucking in? Hugh?
Poor poor Papi.
As for Tara, well what will SHE do?! She asks for Papa in her sleep, she asks for Papa when she wakes up, and once she's woken up, she asks for Papa at 20 minute intervals, peeps out the window, and points to the door.
Granted, she also asks for doggies aplenty, and Ba Ba (sheep) too, which could easily be mistaken for her Pa Pa's, but a mother knows...
Life with mummy can't be that thrilling, about time we got a foot in the door at mummy's chosen nursery.
As for mummy, what will she do? Patiently tell Tara that daddy is in England, at work, and feel guilty about it. Then palm the kid off on the grandparents and possibly have a shower, uninterrupted. Ha ha ha! Then, looking decent, scruffy kid in tow, meet friends, and sail off to the various farmer's and Christmas markets that are going on everywhere. Those are somewhat bigger than the 5 (FIVE, yes, that's FIVE!) (maybe six, but certainly NOT seven!) stalls huddled up in some tea house backyard in Ramsgate, and closed due to poor weather.
And should the going get tough despite these various attractive attractions, we'll just have a coffee and milk foam somewhere nice, remember daddy fondly, and have some girly chat. That should remedy every woe, especially of the miss-my-favourite-guy heartbreak kind.
Aaaah this milk foam sure is tasty stuff!
Let me dip into your milk foam, Papi!
OK, I'll stick to sipping my own, but only cause you say so.
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Papi will be eating lots of yummy shrimp and milk froth sans baby-spit. He'll be sleeping in until noon and watching manly-movies and not doing any dishes until the night before you both come home. He probably won't change his underwear or shower or brush his teeth either. (Think of the water saved!)Maybe he'll live on pizza, delivered of course and that funny stench coming from the house will be the smell of his dirty socks that he has been walking around the house in AND sleeping in your bed as well even though they will be covered in old potato-chip crumbs and hair.
So don't worry about Papi, he'll be fine! But will YOU?
Vedo che non mi conosci bene....
Ts, und wir wurden wieder nicht über anstehende Reisepläne informiert. Ts. Kann ich da nur sagen. DoppelTS. ;o)
Dear Dr.,
It is true...I was actually describing the 'Papa'' in my house...
Dear Dr. Daddy,
today Lia and I had milk foam with Alex and Tari, and we were not supposed to say the forbidden word. Which obviously starts with a P. But you are always on Tari's mind, alongside some hairy dogs. Wauwau and Papa is everything Tara is dreaming of and should thus not be banned from conversations. Forbidden words are kaka!!!
We all wish you were here. Woof.
Jose, is that YOU speaking ITALIAN? Sexy! SINCE WHEN?!!!
Brandy. Good thinking, but to clarify things: It's DADDY stayed at home, NOT MUMMY!!!
PS.: Not got to wash any dishes for a coupl'a weeks now. Great stuff! And being cooked for by your parents is even better than ordering stuff in, hahaha!
OK ok, now that YOU'VE admitted the not washing dishes for weeks...I too am very guilty indeed...and it is also possible that description was actually, heh em, of myself describing of course the BEST possible home alone scenario I can imagine. Ah, the days of being a singleton. Long gone I'm afraid as i am soon to be VERy outnumbered!
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