Happy New Year :-)! I know right, the first month of the year is almost over! Well, it is never too late to add my best wishes to those you received when the calendar reset to 01-01: may this year be better than all those before in all respects. Hope all your new year resolutions are still firmly in place :-).
It is a well-known secret that I love my garri! No apologies there :-). And my offspring seem to have inherited this gene :-). Nothing like a nice cold bowl of garri – with a couple of ice cubes thrown in for good effect – with peanuts on a hot afternoon to calm the human system down (I can see some of you nodding with understanding :-)). This all sounds like bliss, no? Well, not exactly. The problem with this picture is that as soon as I show up with my bowl cradled in my hand, ready to arrange myself cosily in a chair and savour my delicacy, two pairs of legs run up to me, two pairs of hands start pulling on the bowl and spoon, with four pairs of limbs trying to climb unto my head so the owners of these limbs can get prime access to the “gold.”
So, how do I escape this attack you may wonder? That’s where my kitchen floor comes in :-D. The above scenario gets tweaked a bit: instead of heading to the living room and attempting to settle cosily into that oh-so-comfortable chair, I remain in the kitchen with the door shut, and settle cosily unto the kitchen floor. Bingo! All objectives met: (1) the attackers do not know there is any bait, so there’s no whining about missing out; (2) I get to enjoy my delicacy with no struggles; and (3) I get some me-time as a bonus – even if only for a few minutes, before they realise I have disappeared and come knocking.
So, parents and guardians out there, do you have any “escape” stories of your own to share :-)?
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