Sorry to so badly and baldly cheat today (busy brain-hurty work day ahead), but in lieu of actual stuff-stuff I thought I'd bring you a quick example (from the SMH) of Why Christmas Makes Ordinarily Good People Go Bad:
"A Melbourne couple have told police they had so many children with them, it took them 14 hours to realise their five-year-old son had been left at a Christmas lights display late at night.
The boy, Alexander, was discovered wandering alone at 11.30pm (AEDT) on Sunday night in a street in Vermont South after his family had gone to look at the lights.
However, it took his parents until lunchtime on Monday to realise he was missing and contact police."
And:
"Each parent thought the other had Alexander in their car for the trip home."
And:
"They've got home and all piled out and the kids have gone straight to bed and they didn't realise anything was amiss until lunchtime today," The Age quoted Sgt Williams as saying."
"[The boy] told police his name was Alexander, but could not tell them his surname or where he lived."
Poor little tiger. He should at least learn his surname so he can fill out those child divorce papers.
2 comments:
What's a bet these parents knew where the family dog was?
I know! I still can't quite grasp the fact it took until lunchtime on Monday to realise the little tiger was missing! Lunchtime... the next day!
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