I knew I’d have to watch my tongue when the kids were old enough to be warped by my cynicism. What I didn’t realize was that I’d have to watch my nose as well. I think I may have traumatized Thomas’ the other day - I’ve convinced him that Daddy’s head may explode without warning.
It was during bath-time. I covered my face in bubbles which they both thought was hilarious, if a bit strange. The hilarity turned to horror when I blew the bubbles off my face with a big puff. Bubbles went everywhere, which I thought would also yield giggles. Instead Thomas gave out a blood-curdling scream and was inconsolable till I wiped the rest of the bubbles off my face and showed him that I hadn’t self-combusted.
Poor Sod. Now he thinks that faces are explosive, and probably thinks it will happen to him as well.