Unseemly

Ian was ready for bed, jammies zipped and teeth brushed, a final drink of water. ‘Okay, kiddo, go potty.’ To make room for the water.

He sauntered to the bowl and spoke over his shoulder. ‘You shouldn’t say that, Daddy. We say tinkle. Because we’re Englishmen.’

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  1. Dan
    Dan at | | Reply

    Jolly good show old chap.

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