Monkey Boy, after saving up most of the year and hoarding all his birthday and Christmas money (to the point of selling us a number vouchers he received) purchased a LEGO train on eBay.
Upon arrival, I claimed the package, as it was clearly addressed to me, and made him all “Mu-um, stop being silly!” then get really frustrated cos I wouldn’t let up. The tenacity was due to my being so fucking funny!
Leaving it to hang the clothes up, Chippie came racing out, most incensed. Monkey Boy was opening “my” LEGO!
He was horrified. It took me some time to explain the situation, and I lamented the fact that I may have bred a second child unfamiliar with facetiousness and possibly without the hilarious