I came downstairs this morning to find Pickle sitting cross legged on the floor reading a dictionary. Not a kid's one either, the full house-brick-sized Oxford one, with Thesaurus, that Nobby and I use to help us with the Telegraph crossword.
'Wow!' said I, very impressed with his thirst for knowledge, 'have you been finding out what words mean?'
'Sort of,' he replied, 'I'm looking up swear words.'
'Oh. Did you find any?' I said, hoping that ours is a concise version without a full compliment of expletives.
'Not many, but did you know that 'crap' is also a game?' he said.
I suspect he meant Craps, but at least he learned something new.
Mothers; Know your limits...
4 days ago