Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sausages, or … ?

I don’t know whether I should tell you this or not, but, well – I’ve started now: little brother, in his younger days, had nudist tendencies. If Mummy offered him some nappy-free time, he’d jump at the chance, usually straight up from where she’d been changing his nappy.

On one such occasion, Mummy was in the kitchen getting tea ready, when baby brother came running in. His face was a picture of dismay.

“What’s the matter, baby?”, asked Mummy.

“Sorry, mummy – sausages!”, he replied, pointing to the lounge where he had been playing.

I had a peep. Sure enough, in the middle of the room were two brown – well, were they sausages, or …?

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