Okay, so my buddies call me Mr Bender Ball ’cause I am able to bend all types of situations to my benefit, and I am also generally able to bend myself out of strange situations… all this is true, generally.
Today it wasn’t the case, and it was the same people who were involved in another one of those occasions when my nickname as the Bender wasn’t true. Who are these animals? Those who ruin my reputation and today ruined my day as it started?
My kids! Yes, a 5 year old and 3 year old have the ability to bend me round their fingers and kick me around like a ball. Bender Ball, yeah, right. Not me when I am around them.
So – late start to my day, late to work, bad mood – thank you kids!
I love you guys!
