Early one Sunday morning, Mr F was sitting in his underwear wrapped in a blanket, something he likes to do and so gets every now and then to do as a treat. He began to get a bit mischievous (we call it
frittery): messing with stuff, wanting to play with the water, trying to dump out the coffee pot. After the third intervention I said to him:
You've got to be good. You keep getting in trouble, I'm gonna make you wear clothes.
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We had a hard time keeping our oldest in clothes.
You'll be the wacky next door neighbor in our sitcom, always popping in with a harebrained scheme. Andrew "Larry Dallas" Leon.
I don't understand the "Larry Dallas" thing, but I'm sure my kids think of me as the wacky neighbor.
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