There comes a time in every parents’ life when they look at their precious little spawnlings and say to themselves, “Good Gods in Hades. What have I created?”
I used to think our spawnlings take after their father, with a healthy dose of my dry wit to keep them fresh and alert. I now realise how wrong I am, and worse still: It is all my own fault.
This realisation came to me last Thursday when the EG Mobile broke.
Short story: Zaltu and I started driving home from the doctors’ (just a check-up) and the battery light comes up on the dash. By the time we have covered the 5km back to our home, every light is on and I have lost power steering. I am still surprised I maneuvered that tank up our driveway.
Because I was able to drive it (and other factors), we figured it was the alternator, not the battery. I called a mobile mechanic, who would be there the next day. No problem. I can walk to school to pick up the boys, and we’ll just miss martial arts that day.
Sinister was first to meet us at the school-gate.
We’re not going to martial arts today, buddy.
The car’s broken.
“What did you do to it this time?!?”
Now, given he has a fairly good reason for this response. In the last 3 years, I have sideswiped 2 poles. Two stationary cement poles. The first was totally my fault for not checking my mirrors when backing out of a carpark space. The second was totally not my fault since another car was heading straight for me and the only space I had was to scrape the damn pole. I know I should have let the guy hit us for insurance purposes, but since he over-corrected and started heading for Nefarious’ door I think the pole was the better option.
Prior to these events, I have never NEVER crashed my car.
But the spawnlings don’t know this. They just think their incubator shouldn’t drive near cement poles.
For the record, spawnling, I did nothing to the car. The alternator died and needs replacing.
“The alternator? Is that like a fancy word for ‘passenger side door that was taken off by a cement pole’?”
And there you have it, folks. Sinister is my own personal troll. That’s exactly the same sarcastic wit I have been using as my primary language for the last 40-odd years. Clearly he does listen to me… At times.
Nefarious was next to join us, and I told him the same: Not going to martial arts because the car is broken.
“What did you do to it this time, mum?”
Sinister: “Hey, that’s what I said!”
I can’t even be mad at them. Not only have I created the scenario, but I have total admiration for their quick wit. Both of them.
Suffice to say, both spawnlings have lived to tell the tale to their father, who is conveniently away in the US for work and thus a safe distance to laugh long and hard at his poor suffering wife.
Edit: BTW–This isn’t the first time EG Dad has been absent during a household Chaos-Event. Last time was the Broken Wrist v Broken Fridge event. Convenient, don’t you think?
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