Boy has devised an ingenious game that, coincidentally, has become a pain in the arse for me.
He has invented Peg Pinata.
This game basically involves him whacking my (very full) peg basket, on the washing line, with one of those massive noodle floats.. Boy does this until all the pegs have flown to the far corners of the garden, ready for me to retrieve. Usually, when I have 4 loads of washing to squash and hang (badly) on the line.
I swear he is under the impression he needs to create more work for me...
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