Grumpy embarked on a quick vac of the hall whilst the house was devoid of all children and I was getting some good, quality work done.
“I think I found it!” I heard him yell.
He wanders into my office, hand out.
“Is this Monkey Boy’s Blu Tack from yesterday, do you think?” he asks.
I examine it, without touching it. It has, after all, been up the nose of a 10 year old boy. Who knows where that nose has been!
“Could be,” I reply. “Looks about the right size.”
And he promtly places it on my desk and right in front of me so I could “ask him when he gets home”.
Did I, or did I not, just explain that it has been up the nose of a 10 year old boy. WHY would I want it on my desk?