Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Aah, the little cherubs.

While standing in the playground at my son’s school this afternoon, I overheard a delightful conversation between two of the smaller children as they scampered past me, like a couple of terrier puppies, all energy and mischief.

“Be careful,” said the first boy thoughtfully, “he’s blind!” he continued, in that matter-of-fact way that we adults find so difficult to cope with.

“You what?” shouted back his friend, obviously keen for his pal to have another go at embarrassing his mother.

“Watch out, he’s blind!” the young lad shouted again.

“No he isn’t” retorted the second boy indignantly. “He’s just old!”


Talking of little s**ts, this weekend we in the bogsey household were watching one of those cheap ‘n’ nasty music video programmes when we discovered a little festive gem that had hitherto slipped under our radar – Mr Hankey, the Christmas Poo, featured in an episode of South Park – if you haven’t seen it you must check it out on Youtube. I can see that the little fella is going to be much talked about in our house this Christmas.