Me: Hi, Dad.
Dad: Hi, sweetie.
Me: Is it okay if I watch T.V in your room on Tuesday week from 9 o'clock in the evening please?
Dad: Tuesday week? That's a bit advanced but yeah, sure.
Me: Oh! And I'll probably be taking crisps, food, tissues and stuffs... you won't be seeing me for a looooooong time. *laughs*
Dad: Wait. What? Why the hell would you want to do that?
Me:
Dad:
Me:
Dad:
My Brain: OH MY GOD YOU DON'T KNOW WHY WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHY MY BABIES ARE GOING TO BE SINGING THEIR HEARTS OUT AT EUROVISION THIS YEAR AND I'M GOING TO BE SITTING DOWN AND I'M GOING TO BE CHEERING THEM ON AND PRAYING FOR THEM TO WIN AND I'M GOING TO BE CRYING MY ACHING HEART OUT BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS I'M GOING TO BE AN EMOTIONAL RECK AND I'LL BE IN A FRAGILE STATE FOR MY BABIES ESPECIALLY MY LITTLE EDBB AND IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKING AWESOME BECAUSE THEY HAVE A WATER FOUNTAIN AND EVERYTHING AND THEIR GOING TO HAVE A ANOTHER WATER FEATURE THAT'S EVER BIGGER AND THEIR GOING TO HAVE A SHOWER ON THE STAGE AND EVERYTHING SO DON'T YOU SIT THERE AND SAY IT LIKE IT'S JUST SOME OTHER T.V PROGRAMME BECAUSE IT'S NOT SO FUCK YOU I'M GOING TO WATCH MY BABIES NO MATTER WHAT SO THAT'S WHY.
