Me: Did you have to change Daniel while the Princess and I were on the boat yesterday?
Me: What did you do?
Him: I took him to the gents in that cafe we were in.
Me: There was a changing thingamajiggy in the gents?
Him: No, I sat on the toilet and changed him on my knee.
Me: What did you do with Michael?
Him: I left him in the cafe in the care of strangers.
Me: Those boys have a lot of khaki trousers.
Him: Yes, it’s hereditary.
Mr Waffle’s ability to improvise knows no bounds. Are you sure he’s male??!! I am proud to say that I recently excercised both skills (changing infant on knee; leaving infant with complete strangers in cafe in order to use loo myself) for the first time. Worked a charm. But I don’t live in Belgium!
i am neverendingly impressed with the whole waffle family. not in the least bec mrs. waffle was attempting to work in appropriately themed victorian poetry into the ghent post.
Brother Lawrence says
I guess it’s all in the jeans.
I definitely think that someone ought to work out that the “new man” phenomenon exists. At a local shopping centre there is not only no changing thingy in the gents – but the gents’ loos are 2 flights of stairs away from the shops – so if a man goes shopping with his children and buggy they have to negotiate all of that before they even find out there’s no changing thingy there.
Oh brother lawrence – well done.
CAD, I know, a man of genius. Kristin, you are lovely. BroLo that’s terrible and Letter B, you stop encouraging him. GPM, it rather sounds like your loving spouse may have had to discover that the hard way.