How do you answer a question like that?
There’s the whimsical answer; I hope I never have to dress up as a woman in public…not again
And the gross one; I hope I never have to search for a lost item of jewellery or a cellphone lost in the sewage farm.
Then there’s the downright funny one; I hope I never have to swim across the shark-infested Indian Ocean, through a typhoon. Mainly because that means I’d end up in Australia.
You can’t forget the cutesy, but disgusting answer; I hope I never have to suck the snot out of my children’s blocked (to the point of compaction) nose…not again
And of course the serious one. The one that counts:
I hope that I am never ever kept away from Nadine, Thomas, Bridgette or Noah. Ever. For however long, for what ever reason. I just couldn’t bare it.