So, I was having a little bit of a lie in this morning, fast asleep. My six year old daughter came into our room and climbed into bed next to me. “Dad, dad” she says quietly. “Whatyouwant?” I mumble grumpily. “Dad, I’m really scared”. “Er?”. “I think I saw a mouse in my room”. “What?”. “I think I saw a mouse”. “O bugger” I thought. So I got up an started having a look round her room. “Where did you see it?”. “I think it went under my bed”. I look a bit better round her bed and find a few droppings. Shit. After shouting a bit about no one being allowed food anywhere but in the kitchen I continue searching and find some more droppings on the landing. Bollocks. At this point I notice that my daughter, still in my bed, now appears to be shaking. I go over to her, thinking it’s cos she is scared, only for her to break down laughing. It transpires that this was a plot she had hatched, presumably under encouragement from my wife, yesterday to get me for April Fools day. The droppings were squashed and rolled raisins.
Families… they sure are annoying!