Tuesday, 2 April 2013
When Dads Do Lunch
We were not let down and found it even harder to work out what the silly woman had been moaning about. Bacon, sausage, black pudding, fried bread etc etc etc. all cooked well and all good quality. I'm drooling as I write and I can also feel my left ventricle slamming shut.
As our boys sat and ate their dry and sad looking food they started to lean over more and more to the point where drool could be seen gushing from their mouths. Being strapping men (well one of us) we would only let a small percentage of our foods off our plates and into the mouths of babes. These breakfasts were manly breakfasts for manly men not for little boys.
The wee man and his little friend both have a way however of getting things they want by giving a look that melts your heart in a second. They often charm the pants off women in cafes or restaurants and the looks they gave us today increased the quantity of tasty food they got. This will be an excellent skill to master in the future but beware anyone who they hypnotise... your phone may go missing but more than likely your sausage and bacon will leave your plate in a flash.