What I want to know is how a ten year old boy can be such a lethal weapon? This morning the boys missed the school bus and as a result I was subjected to a car journey of extremely odious proportions. I literally felt sick! In fact, I had to open the windows and speed up from a stately 50mph to 60mph just to get some fresh air circulating in the car. Then, to top it all, Master Ben says;
"I didn't get sent to the Headteacher when we had sex education."
"Oh yes? And why were children sent to the Headteacher?"
"For laughing and giggling."
"And what did you do?"
"Oh, I just pulled this face."
Mrs T looks in mirror and sees THAT face. The "Mr Smug, I know it all, are you really wasting my time with this?" face.
Ten years old. I have a problem on my hands. Hmm.
Here's another of my favourite songs of the year. Reminds me of someone I know who looks as sweet as pie but is the devil is disguise!
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