'So I'm booked in on 26th at 5.30 - is that okay?' seems innocuous enough yes? Until you realise it is your husband and he's decided to get a tattoo.
Katie and Joseph were beside themselves with excitement.
"what will you get Daddy?"
"where will it be?"
"is it gonna be HUGE?"
"will it be colour?"
and then ..
"You will be a real man now Daddy"
"yes, you will be a proper man!"
Daddy on the Edge, as you can no doubt imagine, was a bit stunned at this. We fell about laughing and then stopped. Oh.
"That doesn't mean Daddy will grow big muscles you know" we explained patiently
"yes, yes it does!" they both screamed "All men who have tattoos have big muscles.." Okay, that will result in two disappointed children then!
Then our week continues with a frog coming down our chimney. Yes, you read correctly. A frog down our chimney.
According to Daddy on the Edge, he was dozing on the sofa last night when he heard scratching. Now, I know he is prone to exaggerating - but Joseph saw video evidence on his phone this morning. In our hearth was a frog. Scratching and trying to climb out.
You may or may not be aware of my husband's attitude to spiders - ie, he runs and screams, so a frog was a bit of a challenge. Thankfully he didn't feel threatened enough to wake me up (he valued his life) so he came at the frog with a pan. No, no, not to hit it, but to carry it out of the back door and set it free!
Our rational thinking is that an owl picked it up, thinking it looked quite a juicy meal and then dropped it on the roof. The frog then, of course, deciding to take the emergency exit and slide into our lounge!
Well, that's our week so far .. what weird things have happened to you lately?