Dads, eh?

Dads.   What are they like?

The amiable hubbub in the Friends tent at Hay Festival today was rent asunder by the stentorian roar of a dad as a small boy fled towards the exit.

“ETHAN!  Don’t go outside!  I’m not wearing  a raincoat and you’re not wearing shoes!”

An on-looker managed to catch hold of small boy preventing him plunging lemming-like out over the soggy carpet and onto the lawn-turned-marsh in the cold rain beyond.

On being handed small boy, dad asks him “Do you want me to beat you up?”

His attempts to eat small boy were greeted by squeals of delight.  It’s one way to pass the time in between events.

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About janh1

Part-time hedonist.
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4 Responses to Dads, eh?

  1. IsobelandCat says:

    I know a teenager who now looks at me when she’s done anything bolshy or obstructive, grins at me, and says ‘horrid child’ before I have time to say it to her.
    She loves it!

  2. janh1 says:

    Nice one, Isobel. 🙂

  3. IsobelandCat says:

    Just reread this and smiled as much as I did the first time but suddenly wondered if the ‘beat’ ought to read ‘eat’?
    “Do you want me to beat you up?”

    His attempts to eat small boy were greeted by squeals of delight”

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