Welcome to Splits-ville - Population: Me

What becomes of a hubby at home when he no longer reserves the right, to bare the title of 'hubby'?

Something a little like the above video I'd wager. Please enjoy my first and almost certainly last piece of work to feature my sweet little cherub, Julia. They say, that in showbiz, that you should try to avoid working with either children or animals. With my daughter being the little monkey that she is, it would seem the odds were stacked against me from the begining.

The only true catastrophe came about during the filming of the water balloon scenes. For it, I had to fill the best part of two dozen water balloons. This was a slow, arduous process hindered in no small part, by my square-spouted taps ripping almost as many of the little latex pouches as they successfully filled! Eventually I became so absorbed in the soggy tedium of alternate filling and ripping that I neglected guard duty of the growing pile of fragile, quivering water bombs. It wasn't long before this fact was exploited by a pair of sneaky, inquisitive hands.

I think we can all see where this is going.

The thing to take from the incident I guess, is that it resulted in the kitchen floor getting the mopping that it had so richly needed (and deserved, God bless it's little, linoleum heart) for so long.

Here's hoping it won't have to wait till my next filming of a water ballon scene to get it's next once over with a mop.