After a half day fishing, the cubs and I kicked back for a lazy afternoon.
The day is nice, the sun is shining so I buy ice lollies as a treat for when we get home.
Having little patience, they’re asking for lollies before the keys are in the door. “Wait until after dinner; I’m cooking now”
They acquiesce and trundle off to the lounge.
Meanwhile, the heat of the kitchen gets to me; I think the unthinkable. “That’d be wrong wouldn’t it? Eating a lolly after telling them to wait?”
I use all my martial arts skill to silently open the freezer. Then the box of lollies. Then take one out. Then unwrap the wrapper. I pause appropriately, listening for footsteps. Nothing.
I take a delicious, cooling bite.
Dad; what are you doing?
Silently swallowing a whole (but miniature, thankfully) Magnum, blinking through brain freeze (maybe needing a CAT scan later) and cripplingly sensitive teeth.
“Nothing darling. Go wash your hands while daddy lies down.”
Karma.
BSD.
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