Now Poo and I alternate taking care of the boys. One day, I take them; the next, she takes them.
My philosophy is: life is short and sweet, so you should enjoy it. With me, the boys get pillow fights, ice cream, cartoons and a trip to the internet shop to play computer games. As Poo constantly points out, with me there are no rules.
Poo's philosophy is: life is hard; children need to be prepared for the hardships. So, with her, they get dragged out into the fields where they toil under the blazing sun, pointlessly pounding spades and hoes into the hard, dry earth. Amazingly, Poo reports, they have fun and seem to think it's like going to the park.
Still, they would rather be with Dad.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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