Told ya Owl Bee Bark...

Sometimes besides trying to instill good moral values, manners, etc. in our kids, I personally feel that one of the most important things for a person to have is a good sense of humour and take it upon myself to impress upon, nay, force feed my kids with funny shit.

And hey, I need to keep myself entertained for personal sanity's sake.

Case in point; I walk into the bedroom at 1am last night and find my 3 owls wide awake, gleefully chatting away on a school night. Bear in mind we are up at 5:55am on school days.

They tell me that they can't sleep and my eldest (my mini-me who has inherited my twisted humour) says they want, no, NEED, a bedtime story. Having not done the bedtime story thingy for years I knew that this was him having a laugh.
But I said "Ok just a nice short one so snuggle up, and listen up."

"Once upon a time, there lived three brave boys.
If they didn't go to sleep immediately, they're going to get such a good whacking on their backsides that they will have to shit standing up for a week.
And for the rest of their days they slept on time and lived happily ever after."

- THE END -

Owls numbers 1 & 2 both instantly said it was THE best story they'd ever heard so I chalk this one up in the 'Parenting Win' column.

I'm rocking this daddy gig methinks.