Check those FEET
It is 5:30am one Wednesday and my alarm clock today is my nieces crying (not the roosters). Half asleep, I roll out of bed to see who died this morning as her crying has reached a new pitch record. I open the door to my kastom house and proceed to ask:
Me, âKrista, from wanem yu krae olsem?â Krista, âApu i ko sam ples mo i no kat man long haus.â Me, âOraet yu kam, bei yumi silip bakaken from emi earli tumas.â
She decides the idea of coming back to bed beats sitting outside and crying. Jumping into bed we both fall back asleep. Roughly 45 minutes later we wake back up and Krista has proceeded to roll all over the bed and now resides on top of me(feet on my stomach).
It was here that I realized I f***** upâŚ
See the thing with Krista is she hates wearing sandals and thus proceeds to walk barefoot everywhere, which is fine⌠except we also have roaming chickens. Catching my drift? If not Iâll tell youâŚ
Chickens shit anywhere theyâd like and Krista always finds and proceeds to step in their shit and now it was everywhere: the bed sheets, blankets, my body, and my clothes! How it managed to get everywhere in such a short time will forever baffle me, but short story shorter⌠make sure you check those feet of little ones, because you never know what they may have stepped in!
Stay Classy Everyone đ












