Shane: (bleary-eyed) Morning.
Alex: (whilst watching TV) Morning, Shane. Shane, I have some advice for you. If you ever have to stroke a snake, do not stroke it underneath its head. Ok?
Shane: Ok.
Alex: You’ve missed a good programme, here.
Shane: Mm. Sounds useful.
Alex: Yeah, it is.
Sleepily, I ate cereal, then showered. Fully lathered and slip-slide clean, Emma made an appearance at the bathroom door.
Emma: Shane.
Shane: Yeah?
Emma: You’ve got to be careful of which books you’re leaving lying around. I know you were enjoying going through the Banksy pictures with Alex, but I’ve just heard him flicking through that book and reading out loud ‘fuck pigs, fuck pigs’.
Shane: Ah.
Emma: It’s probably the first time he’s heard or read that word.
Shane: Yeah, ok.
Emma: He asked me, ‘What does ‘fuck pigs’ mean’?
Shane: What did you say?
Emma: I just said I didn't know.
Shane: Ok.
As I was drying off, I wondered whether it really would have been the first time that the young one had come across the f-word. Somehow, I doubted it.
Words, eh.
4 comments:
Why do they always latch on to the naughty words? At least you didn't uttereth it. As if!
That is an intriguing picture. Which one is Alex?
A disappointing post. At first I thought you were cleverly setting up a scene where you would be confronted witht a snake which needed stroking. Then I was hoping for some pig fucking.
You can imagine how I feel.
P - Programmed to hunt out danger, 'tis there way.
O - Ah, tish.
H - Crushed is how I imagine you feel, and understandably so. In ministerial fashion, 'I take full responsibility'. Herein, I will endeavour to up the quota of animalistic goings-on.
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