Magical Tipsy Toes

Sharkbait: “Hey mum…Happy Birthday”

Mother Sharkbait: “Sharkbait, I’m writing down the list of instructions for you to follow when your father & I are away”

Sharkbait: “Ya ok…but Happy Birthday Mother!! (arms stretched out for a hug)

Mother Sharkbait: “Now, when we are gone..will you have food? Do you know how to lock the doors?”

Sharkbait: “Yes mother..don’t worry all will be good. I promise I won’t allow Dubai to play with matches”

Mother Sharkbait: “Matches? Why matches? She smokes?”

Father Sharkbait: “Who smokes? Where got smoke? You cooking?”

Sharkbait: “NO NO…nothing never mind. Everything is fine!!”

Father Sharkbait: “I think I better check the stove if there’s smoke cause when we’re gone…..” (Walks off talking to himself)

Mother Sharkbait: “Now remember we’ll be gone for 20 days. If either one of you is sick, who do you call?”

Sharkbait: “Ghostbusters!! Doctors!!! The Ghost!!!!”

Mother Sharkbait: “SHARKBAIT!!!!!!”

Sharkbait: “Ma, come on la…we’ll be ok. I promise. Really. Maybe a party here and there…but it’s all good.”

Mother Sharkbait: “You’ll be with CFB sometimes right..”

Sharkbait: “Yeah…I guess..maybe…why?”

Mother Sharkbait: “Then ok…She knows”

Sharkbait: “She knows what???? What does she know?”

Mother Sharkbait: “She will know what to do!”

Sharkbait: “HUH??? Ma, what you talking about?”

Mother Sharkbait: “You don’t even know how to wish your mother is it?”

Sharkbait: “I just did but you…no wait, whats this with her knowing? Huh??”

Father Sharkbait: “Stove is ok…no smoke”

An intervention of sorts.

Things I already knew. Things I found out. Things I wish I never knew.

But the date is set. 8th April 2006. For almost 20 days, Dubai and I will be holding the fort. Well, at least I think we will be holding it. We’ve planned a guest list. We’ve planned the routine. We even have a list of excuses.

One more week and the games will begin.