Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the prompts are supplied by Mark Koopmans and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are: 
1. nuclear 
2. foxtrot 
3. Klan. 
4. rollover 
5. utilities 
6. Xeroxed 

and/or: 

1. audacious 
2. zinc 
3. plastered 
4. identification 
5. wheeling 
6. fixated 

Here is my story:  

The baby's tantrum elevated to a nuclear level so I scooped her up and shoved a square of chocolate into the wailing mouth, thanking all the gods in all the heavens for the blissful instant silence. I slung her under my arm like a sack of spuds and walked out to collect the mail. Sigh. Utilities bills again. Was it really three months already? I could have sworn we'd only just paid the last lot. Wondering where the Xeroxed copies of the receipts might be, I emptied the rest of the envelopes from the box, pleased to see a letter from cousin Felix. I put that one in my pocket, scooped up the rest and went back into the house. 

Dumping the mail on the dining room table, I carried the sack of spuds, aka Debbie, into the bathroom for a cleanup. She'd managed to dribble chocolate all over her chin and chest as well as down the leg of my shorts. I plonked her into the bath and ran some tepid water, being summer all the cold water taps gave warm water. I tossed in some bubble bath and a few toys and wished Larry was here. 

He'd taken the older kids to the beach last weekend and after getting them all well plastered with zinc based suncream, he'd forgotten to cover himself with it, so he was currently in the local hospital being treated until the burned skin began healing. 
How the audacious so-and-so managed to drive himself and the kids home I'll never know. But I called the ambulance as soon as he staggered in the door. 

Seems he'd been fixated on watching the gulls wheeling and diving and not noticed how red he was getting and of course the kids were in the water and didn't notice either, but they're kids, they're not supposed to keep check on the parent are they? 
I used the big old flour scoop to dribble water over Debbie's head and watched as she blew raspberries through it. She loved her baths, happily splashing her hands in the water and pushing the floating toys under water so they would bob up again. I pulled Felix's letter out of my pocket and read it aloud, Debbie loved to be read to and she didn't care what you read, it could have been the phone book and she'd be just as happy. 

Felix thanked me once again for teaching him how to foxtrot for his wedding, the honeymoon was going well, there'd been a fancy-dress party at the hotel to mark its fiftieth year and not having anything on hand for costumes, he and Millie had dressed in the sheets off their bed, pretending to be ghosts, but a few people thought they were dressed as Klan members, like the KKK of the movies and hotel managers reminded them that the sheets would have to be paid for since they'd cut eye holes into them. 

Debbie yawned hugely and I towelled her off, put on a clean nappy and laid her in her cot with her favourite stuffed bunny. "Mumumumumum," she said and kissing her cheek, I told her to go on and rollover, it was sleepy time now, and she obligingly did just that. 

I tidied away the toys and prepared the kitchen for the after-school onslaught. Setting out glasses for chocolate milk and a big plate of fresh brownies just in time. 
Carly and Mike thundered down the hallway, with Billy trailing behind. "I have a notice for a school trip to the museum!" shouted Mike, "you need to sign it and I have to take some form of identification with me. What does that mean? My birth certificate or just a name tag or what?"
"Put it on the fridge," I said "and I'll phone the school in the morning to see what is needed, although the information should be on the form itself, I'll read it thoroughly after dinner."
"Are we going to visit Dad tonight?' asked Carly. "Only if you get your homework done," I said.