Devil Child


The prompt for this week's 100 word challenge is I really tried not to laugh. Which means I had no choice but to write about what happened after the Sunday service this week. 

My son hurried to the church hall to snaffle Oreos. His blond head bobbed angelically amid the faithful and I watched with pride as he beguiled a bevy of rapt ladies. Then I glimpsed the iPod. The ladies were posing for portraits and waiting expectantly for the results. I darted forward, but too late. With five finger taps he'd deprived the churchwarden of her hair and aged her twenty years. The ladies from the choir had gained ten stone apiece and grown moustaches. And the Vicar? I really tried not to laugh as I realised that for 13 years I've been sharing my pillows with this:



Comments

  1. Older Mum20 November 2012 at 08:25

    Brilliant - really funny! What an excellent app. I dare say the vicar has issues with snoring!

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  2. Anna20 November 2012 at 12:10

    Ha ha ha ha ha . Brilliantly done. Love this one :)

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron20 November 2012 at 20:02

      Thanks. Although you might love it less if my 8yo turned his new toy on you!

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  3. Iota 20 November 2012 at 18:41

    ...and produced two children?

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  4. Delft20 November 2012 at 18:49

    Lol. Though I'm not sure the victims will be quite so amused...
    I like the angelic / little devil contrast. And the pic, of course :-)

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron20 November 2012 at 20:03

      They're good sports, those ladies, although people did start backing off at speed.

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  5. Actually Mummy...20 November 2012 at 18:52

    Kids always know how to catch you at your worst don't they?

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  6. Bibsey Mama20 November 2012 at 19:34

    Hahaha. I hate these apps... goodness knows that it is bad enough these days looking at real photo pre-tampering. And has he given an image of you a similar treatment? You don't mention one...

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron20 November 2012 at 20:04

      The Vicar gave me similar treatment, although before he discovered the bald app and the ugly app. Here's his handiwork http://adventuresofamiddle-agedmatron.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/ageing-gracefully.html

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  7. brudberg20 November 2012 at 19:40

    Haha, remember out on a trip sitting in an air plain lounge with colleagues with an app like that. We were almost on the floor laughing ;-)

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  8. Anonymous20 November 2012 at 19:52

    Great fun!

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  9. Molly20 November 2012 at 20:15

    My husband does this all the time. The app thingy I mean, not the look. Although I rather like the end product!

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron20 November 2012 at 22:10

      You mean you think my husband is a handsome beast? Or you like yourself fat and aged?!

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  10. Kat Sighs20 November 2012 at 22:26

    *giggles* This sounds like just the sort of thing my angelic devil would do too!

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  11. Older Single Mum20 November 2012 at 22:31

    Hilarious! Bet that made your Sunday!

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron20 November 2012 at 22:34

      It undermined my efforts to be a Woman of Dignity in the parish!

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  12. H.L. Pauff21 November 2012 at 01:34

    This is hilarious!

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  13. Anonymous21 November 2012 at 15:42

    I would imagine it is difficult being "a woman of dignity" with an 8 year old in the household. Most times, all you can do is laugh... with dignity. And as you've found, a nightly lager helps.

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron21 November 2012 at 16:44

      Gosh, you seem to know me so well! You're right. And actually, between you and me, dignity is overrated. That Sunday was a hoot!

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  14. taochild21 November 2012 at 22:09

    I am trying not to laugh right now!! Haha

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  15. taochild21 November 2012 at 22:10

    I am trying not to laugh right now!! Haha

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  16. Susan Mann23 November 2012 at 16:35

    Hilarious x

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