Happy Easter to you and yours. I hope you woke up to a big one.
I wasn't long awake yesterday morning when I had my first laugh of the day.
Jamie and Charlotte were downstairs having breakfast, or at least they were until Charlotte appeared at our bedside to reported an alleged crime.
"Jamie said poo," she announced, before toddling off for a new attack on her Cheerios.
A couple of minutes later, her sheepish-looking brother had taken her place.
"Did you say a bad word?" I enquired in a father-like tone.
"Er...no," he mumbled back more like a lamb than a sheep (if you get me).
"Really?"
"Uhmm, yes."
"So you did say a bad word?"
"No."
"Did you say a bad word?"
"No."
"Did you say a bad word?"
"No."
"Did you say a bad word?"
"No."
"What bad word did you not say?"
"Poo."
GOTCHA.
