PARENTING HUMOR
I Hope My Toddler’s New Shoes Fall into a Volcano
Or any fiery substance
“Come on,” I yelled from the living room as I secured another jigsaw puzzle piece into place.
“In a minute, I’m very busy” my three-year-old daughter shouted back from her bedroom.
Oh, yeah? Memorizing the nuclear codes?
I rolled my eyes and gazed at the large mermaid jigsaw spread out on the floor in front of me. Yawning, I looked up at the clock. Forty minutes. We’d started the thirty-six-piece jigsaw forty minutes ago.
Burning off our fingerprints would have been more fun.
“Mommy, Mommy,” my daughter called from the hallway.
Her feet pattered along the wooden floor and rounded the corner into the living room.
“I need you,” she said from the doorway.
“I need you to finish this puzzle,” I replied.
Preferably, before I take an axe to it.
“No, coz I can’t. I lost my slipper,” she stated as she held her foot up in the air.
Fucks sake.
My daughter has become Cinderella obsessed. It wasn’t a movie I wanted her to watch because it’s full of twats, but my mother showed it to…
