“Daddy can you pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeee get a six pack,” came the squeals of delight from the six-year-old.
Now just wait a minute before you all pick up the phone to dial FACS.
We’ve not been schooling our young daughter on the delights of the amber ale. Quite the opposite in fact.
The scream from our young daughter came as her dad stepped off the bathroom scales which showed he’d lost a few kilos in recent weeks.
Yep, not content with dad dropping a couple of kilos, Miss 6yo (with the loud support of her nine-year-old sister) was demanding nothing less than a continuation to rock-hard abs. Streuth.
The last time this writer and his abs were acquainted Kylie Minogue was on top of the charts singing I Should Be So Lucky.
The best and worst thing about kids is they have no filter.
You appreciate them for it and hate them for it all at the same time.
Our girls are at an age where they are already becoming body conscious and have not been backwards in coming forwards about their father's girth of late.
It was only a few weeks earlier Miss 6yo sidled up alongside her father and started stroking dad’s protruding tummy.
“That’s a sweet gesture,” dad thought as he stopped to glance down at his beloved daughter ….. only to be greeted by a mischievous grin.
“Daddy, what are you going to call your baby when you have it?,’’ Miss 6yo cheekily exclaimed.
Ouch. Straight to the heart.
Hence one of the reasons dad has decided it might be time to get moving and shed a few kilos.
If I’d been thinking quick enough at the time, when Miss 6yo asked about the name of the baby I would have responded: “Sole Inheritor”.
Maybe I’ll save that one for another day.