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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Jumping Jack Flash


Tracey walked back into the house after dropping me at work this morning and could swear there was a lingering smell of mangoes. Only we haven't had mangoes in the house since Christmas, so they should have stopped lingering a long time ago.

It turns out Miss2 must have turned a stove nob before we left home this morning and for an hour the house had been filling up with flammable gas.

Quickly mustering the kids back to the car for an unscheduled trip to Grandma & Grandads, Tracey aired the house out for a couple of hours. She said it took longer to clear the smell out of the kitchen than our bedroom after a night of beer and salsa dip.

We've never had much of a problem with hands about the stove, but Miss2 seems enamored with the one in our kitchen since we gave her a toy kitchen for her birthday on the 26th of December. Only three days ago Tracey caught Miss2 with her hand reaching into a saucepan we'd left on the stove after we'd served dinner (it was cool by then, thank goodness).

As for how to handle Miss2's stove fetish, well the trick is to catch her in the process of touching the stove. We can't very well punish a two year old for something she won't even remember.

We'll need to keep a real good eye on her from now on or our little walking disaster might turn our house into a newsflash.

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.

 

His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).

 

Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.

 

His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


 

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