Feeling Like An Accomplished Dad

Last night, approximately 8,051 grass burrs lost their tight purchase on reality and Eddie’s school hoodie jacket. It took me three and a half hours to scrape off, pick off, roll-stick off and attempt to vacuum off the little pricklies, which made Eddie cry Saturday.

We were walking in the wrong area of the large Kawani’s Park lookouching for his flag football practice (7/8 years old). As we turned back he and Jack asked if they could roll down the hill. Sure. I walked on ahead and the next thing I see, Eddie is picking at his body and by the time they caught up with me again, Eddie was “ow ow ow owieeeee.” Not only were they on his jacket but they had got on his shirt and inside his shirt. I didn’t see them all at first and then I saw the hundreds and thousands all over his jacket. It was an impressive display.

So, last night, I sat down in the living room and carefully oh so carefully pulled them off. I had planned to go to bed early but after putting them to bed, reading them Prince Caspian, I stayed up until and went to bed with a very satisfying feeling as I looked on a clear, pokie-free jacket.