Dad And His Marmite

Annoyingly, Dad was a problem. Every single morning dad and his marmite. ” dad can we have jam this morning, It’s my birthday” ” no I like marmite he said”. Then mum came in “what’s all this shouting you two” “dad said we have to have marmite again”. Then mum walked off. I sighed and walked to the pantry to get the marmite no jam this week. Then mum walked into the room again “Happy Birthday Luuka here’s your present” she said. I opened my present in there was a packet of jam ” thank you soooooo much I said”