This morning we had to take ten year old Troy Junior into the local hospital for an appointment in the Paediatric Department. We found some empty seats in the waiting area among the hoard of parents/babies/children and settled down, me reading my Daily Telegraph business section (as you do) and Troy Junior and his mother idly looking around. Troy Junior's eyes must have then caught sight of a notice pinned to a door and he asked "Why would parents want to change their babies?". The notice read "Parents wishing to change their babies should ask a member of staff". We explained that it wasn't actually the 'Swap Shop' that he imagined it to be.
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So sweet. You can understand why he'd be worried.
!! Bless his little cotton socks. (socks getting bigger, so not so much of the 'little') Love that sort of misunderstanding...
Youngest constantly doing it. D'you know, that is the SHORTEST post you have ever written. Do you realise that I made a vast cup of tea to settle down in front of said post, and have hardly started?! xxxx
Debs - we couldn't change Troy junior now though - he is out of warranty.
LWM - short, but better than nothing eh?
To Anon. - Yes after reading this I think I'll stick with Mrs Troy.
Well, I was going to comment on your original blog post, but after reading Anon’s posting and your reply, whatever I was going to say has completely gone out of my head.
I've decided that much as Tom Lehrer said that satire was dead once Kissinger had received the Nobel peace prize, ironic blog posting is now irrelevant.
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