Saturday night when I got home with my wife from dinner, my children as a joke had made a dummy sitting on the couch with a list of complaints from Child Services. "No shishkabobs, frosting should be pink, not enough pictures of your gorgeous children...etc."
Her name is - I am told - Pauline Botchko and she apparently talks with a strange sort of Germanic/Arabic mixed accent when she yells at me about how my children are "RUNNING AMOK!"
I just thought you should all know that my weirdness is genetically inheritable, obviously.
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but I'm picturing Frau Farbissina from Austin Powers.
She sounds like a memory they'll be talking about over the holidays 20 years from now, good stuff!