Oh baby, it’s Carnival time
THE first time, my wife flung her arms around me and, through tears of she sheer joy, whispered, “We’re p pregnant”.
The second time, she raced up b behind me and squealed with d delight.
The third time, she pushed open the dunny door, locked eyes on me, and threw the pregnancy stick at my head.
And the fourth time — which happened a few weeks ago — she was purely practical: “We’re going to have to buy a Kia Carnival.”
“A people mover?” I protested.
It’s been voted the most unsexy car for the past 13 years straight.
For the record, we’re both over the moon to be soon bringing a brandnew member to our happy family … it’s just that when you get to the fourth things become a little bit more, shall we say, structured.
Interesting factoid: when we sat down with a priest for pre-marriage counselling, she asked us separately to write down how many kids we planned on having: Liz wrote down three, I wrote down six. So I’m winning. But am I really?
Kids are expensive, but they’re awesome. Unlike buying a slab of beer, it doesn’t get cheaper the more kids you have.
According to a study by Suncorp, the average Australian parent spends $297,600 raising a child to age 17.
And that doesn’t include the Kia Carnival. Honk! Honk!
Tread Your Own Path!
P.S. I’m off for a couple of weeks for school holidays — it sure will be a change to have the kids at home! My wife has a hankering for hamburgers, so I’ll be flippin’ burgers to satisfy the cravings of a pregnant woman. See you in a couple of weeks.