Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
...are truly a thing to behold. The child has a new zebra coloured pencil and wants it sharpened. I, harshly and most unfairly, point out that she has two already sharpened pencils (Of the Pooh Bear variety) in her pencil box; so I refuse to sharpen another pencil until these are used a bit. Despite protestations such as "But I don't LIKE those pencils," I refuse to cave and sharpen the new one.
Cue small child running down the stairs wielding blunt zebra pencil and shouting, "Mummmm! Dad won't be my friend!"
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