Today Mark is going on a work night out, starting out in the middle of the afternoon. Tully also had her nursery Christmas party today. When we get home after I've picked her up we have the following conversation...
Tully: Where's Daddy?
Me: He's got his Christmas party today too.
T: Ooo, will he play pass the parcel?
Me: No, you don't play party games really at grown up parties.
T (sounding both incredulous and outraged!): No party games!!!?!?!? So what will he do at his party?
Me: Well, he'll have some food, drink beer and chat.
T: That sounds really boring...
Me: That reminds me, don't jump on Daddy's head in the morning as he'll be feeling a bit poorly. (Tully likes to wake Mark up every day by bouncing on him...:)
T: Why will he be feeling poorly?
Me: Because he'll have drunk a lot of beer and beer makes people feel poorly so we'll have to be gentle with him.
T: So there are no games at Daddy's party, and he'll feel poorly tomorrow because all there was to do was drink beer...
Me: Yes, something like that.
T: Hmm, that's just madness.
I had to agree...
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