Happy Fathers Day to all the Bogans out there

What an absolute cracker of a Sunday for Fathers Day today.  It was a treat for us cause we don't usually have the husband home for this celebration, he is usually away working keeping us in the lifestyle we are accustomed.  Someone has too.  So we started the day with homemade cards in bed, which the kids worked all last night on.  There was a lot of cutting out of magazines, colouring and sticking. Our kitchen table looked like a primary school art class had thrown up on it.  One card included a rap by the 8 yr old and the middle child seems to think her Dad looks like someone from a bad 70's disco movie. 




















He also got some new Kiwi Sounds to beef up our collection and a book about straw bale houses.  After the mandatory fry up for Brekky,  I packed the car and loaded everyone into it for a trip to the Oxford Speedway for a Charity Family Day out raising money for Prostate Cancer.  We met up with one of my besties and her wee family, which consists of a husband and two 2 yr old twin girls for a picnic in the sun.
I forgot that Speedway usually has a compulsory uniform of Black Jeans, Black T-shirt, Mullet and can of Bourbon in hand.  This family day was no exception.  I learnt a lot about parenting and how it seems to be very effective to just pretend like no one else is around and scream at your children about "how they better not f#@%*en show you up today!!"  A family just beside us decided to have a coke and paint fight with the 'loser' ending up looking like something from a scary version of Brave hart.  That was about the time we decided to move our blanket a bit further away.
I kept having to check where my son was in case a bogan decided to recruit him or steal him as bait for a bogan kid fight.
Then just as the sun was going down and the speedway was closing, we got distracted and let our guard down, which gave one of the twins just enough time to pick up and almost eat a piece of discarded bogan bread off the ground.  Sweet Jesus her mother had lightning reflexes.  She swooped into survival mode and dived across the picnic blanket flicking that bread out like a ninja.  Before she could be infected with bogan-niss.  We won't really know just how much she was contaminated until later I'd imagine, but if she starts demanding Metallica and coke in the next few days, we will at least be able to pin point exactly whats to blame.  Her parents have been given strict instructions to put her on a complete diet of hummus and Bob Marley to counteract the symptoms.  We live in hope.