Oy.
I do not care where you are right now but get your arse home, now.
Your son has been here for the better part of two hours because you wanted to talk to him about Merlin knows what and now Ollie is suggesting you've gone and fallen into a well.
I can't live like this anymore Henri. It's not fair to the children, and it's not fair to me. Come home.
Contrary to popular belief, my husband has not (to my knowledge) fallen into a well and drowned. Have no fear children, Mum and Papa are fine.
Hey,
I know you've got a lot going on, but would you mind one extra head tonight? Long story, but I need alone time with Henri, (get your mind out of the gutter!) and I prefer the kids not hear what will inevitably be said. I'd truly appreciate it if Ollie could stay over, I'm sure she and Judy are either in a fort somewhere or under the bed.
Love you Nicky,
Liza lu.