It's not just toys that you can play with: I discovered the other day that words are just as much fun.
Daddy had made me scrambled egg with toast for breakfast. He called me to the table in the dining room, tucked me into my apron (my new Harod's Apron!) and left me to tuck into my food.
But I was feeling a bit lazy that morning, so I called him back to help me.
"Eggward!", I called. Daddy came in looking puzzled.
"Why did you call me Eggward?", he asked.
"Thomas the Tank Engine has a friend called Edward", I said, by way of explanation. And Daddy quickly cottoned on.
"So you called me Eggward, because you wanted me to feed you your egg?". Then, with a twinkle in his eye, Daddy asked "What would you have called me if you wanted me to feed you your bread?"
I chuckled. "Breadward!"
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