On Father's Day, we went off to "Sunday Streets", where major streets are closed to cars for five hours, to get some exercise and fresh air. We took a break from following speeding Lola, who darted through the crowds of bicyclists on her little Razor scooter, "Scooty", for some sustenance. At lunch, I urged the children to think of reasons the Sober Husband is a great father.
One of Lola's reasons was "he lets me eat sugar paper." I didn't get it.
"When you were at class, Lola ate sugar paper!" Iris said.
"You were out at your art class," the Sober Husband began.
Lola interrupted. "I said I would eat anything, even paper, so Daddy got me sugar paper. We put a lot of sugar on top of a piece of paper, and I ate it! I proved I would eat a piece of paper!" She beamed proudly.
They all fondly remembered that moment. "So that's the kind of thing you get up to when my back is turned, eh?" I said.
iris is quick to throw lola and the SH under the bus, huh?
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