Wednesday, October 05, 2011


Like almost every parent of a pre-schooler we have hoodie towels. Towels, with hoods on them. That way the towel stays on since they don't have the body (slash) skill-set to manually operate the usual around-the-hip placement (1).

The mainstay towels for theBoy are a frog-hooded towel and an owl-headed towel. He gets to choose which one he wants (a parental tip—let them have choices; but limit their options). However inevitably he selects both. Why?


It's my own fault. One day as I was approaching his nude little just-post-bath form with the owl towel I started batting it hood-first at his head whilst shouting 'Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck!'

Makes complete sense.

On the next day, after he received his owl towel ... he started to peck me with it. 'Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck!' he shouted with tremendous glee.

There was only one way out of this.

Frog towel.

I whipped it down.

'Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, ' I yelled, flapping the frog-hood at his face.

So now ... when it's towel time ... he asks for both ... then savages my legs.

'Peck-lick, peck-lick, peck-lick, peck-lick, peck-lick!'

(1) Up around the boob level for a lady ... or a lad ashamed of his man-pecs. No-one wants to re-live another one of these...


  1. Self-inflicted...

  2. It happened again tonight... :(


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