Its been a busy weekend of parties, meeting up with old friends and attempting to make new ones but the simple truth is that at 4pm on a Sunday afternoon, following a lovely Sunday roast, a vodka Martini and a mellow glass of claret, I am not at my socially "best" to instigate relatively interesting conversation with a complete stranger.
I decided to share a bath with #'s 1-3 this evening and the foam bath letters were being used to make the usual words...."Poo, Bum, Poo, Wee and Poo" whilst I looked upon lovingly, marvelling at the sheer brilliance of their vocabulary.
You must be wondering, who as their parents, is responsible for such educational direction but the following will swiftly answer your thoughts......
The nearest and dearest stuck his head around the door, smirked and then walked across to help the English lesson by placing two "T's" on each of my "boobies" and then finished the crossword with the inevitable vowel (in pink no less).
Spell that he intoned........
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