How is it that a 15-month-old child, playing in a room strewn with toys thicker than a Cambodian minefield, will invariably zero in on the one out-of-place item he shouldn't have (eg. remote control, cordless phone), and decide that that is what he wants for his plaything? Without fail?
These are the mysteries of the Universe that overworked, under-rested fathers contemplate.
These are the mysteries of the Universe that overworked, under-rested fathers contemplate.
