So the progeny is getting ready for bed. First he comes out and says, I just lost a tooth. I just sneezed, and it came right out. It’s quite disgusting, really, to find the dead tooth on your kitchen table.
Ten minutes later I go to tuck him in. I find him playing with his iPhone. He’s 11.
Right, so why does your child have an iPhone? Oh yeah, I bet you’re a rich bugger. He’s like one of them Kardashians isn’t he?
The phone was free, he plays some game where you build dragons of all types by mixing mud and water and ice and lollipops. It’s all very scientific. He can memorize the 69 types of dragons, but ask him to remember Philip of Macedon and he’s all offended! Look dad, no one cares about Macedon. But flower dragons, those are worth XPs!
I digress and nearly forgot what the punchline was.
So he says, I’m setting my alarm so I don’t miss school.
I wake you up.
You didn’t today.
It was my day off!
If I can’t trust my dad to wake me on a school day then I have to take matters into my own hands. Look. Alarm set with a nice ringtone.
I would have woken you up, eventually.
It’s a bit late now. My alarm is set.