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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mum and Dad wake early on a hot summer morning. "We should take the kids to the beach", "Gee you could have given me some warning". "You know taking them to the beach is really such a mission". "Well you could pack the rods and maybe do a bit of fishin' Dad is out at the car with all the stuff, trying to cram. He looks up on the deck and see's the, truck sized pram. Starts all over again, playing tetris with the boot. The fishing rods won't fit in so the question is moot. With the esky all packed with lunch and drinks for the day, the car starts up and they are all on their way. Not five minutes out and the kids have already started. Maddie yells, "Put the window down Dad, Brendan just farted". Going over the mountains and Katie looks green around the gills. Without any warning, from her little mouth spew spills. Lauren's weak tummy cannot handle the smell and within a few seconds her mouth lets lose as well. Two hours and four stops later the beach car park is found. Sun cream applied, bathers on before beachward bound. Dad loaded up like a walking coat rack, Katie asks politely, "Can I climb on your back?" At the end of the day mum and dad are just beat. Ice cream, sand, salt and kids are on the seats. The car pulls out and we are on our way home. Maybe this will get easier when the kids have all grown.
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