Wednesday, January 10

Cock a doodle don't

Dinner tonight, the usual conversation; how was everyone's day, how rubbish my cooking is, that sort of thing.

Me - Right, the next one that ribs me gets the washing up
No 1 Son - Oh yeah, mum. Can I borrow your rubber gloves?
Me - Blimey, are you washing up?
No 1 Son - No, I need them for the head of my cock
Babyboy/Babygirl - Spray, giggle, splutter
Me - For WHAT?!
No 1 Son - You know! [fans fingers on top of head] Oh, and something a giant would wear too. I've got two parts in that play.



11 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh dear, i got worried reading that, I thought you were going to say that, he was using the gloves for some perverse act, i nearly spurted my tea out.

Anonymous said...

Love it!!!!! No 1 son is adorable.

Eileen Dover said...

That would make me laugh out loud!

Anonymous said...

Hilarious! A true comedy moment if ever there was one!

Anonymous said...

Oh and LMAO Bubbles dahling! I just noticed that!

Mummy said...

Bubbles - no1 son is a cheeky cheeky boy, he knows exactly how far to push it, clever chook

Persian Princess said...

hahaha...BRILLIANT!!

Annie said...

That worried me for a second there. Your kids sound so great.

I've written a post about being anonymous (or not being anonymous) and blogging about sex. Be interested to hear your views on the matter...

having my cake said...

Was great catching up on what's been happening and also reading some of your fave other blogs... Did you really send me a generic txt on Xmas Day? BITCH!!! Lmao

Angela-la-la said...

Oooh, that's curious. I thought I knew who you were but now I'm not so sure...

Are you the person that would rather a bacon sandwich than a cake?

I'll be keeping an eye on your blog for clues if you don't put me out of my misery.

Everyone else, thanks. This house being a mix of a carry-on film and Have i got news for you, there'll be plenty more posts in that vein to tickle your funnybones.

Lady in red said...

I love that post of your family conversation. Bye the way I also had to supply rubber gloves last month as my youngest was a chicken in the same play. gave me nightmares for weeks ...how to dress an 11yr old as a bloody chicken!! that created great hilarity for the older boys.