Me, the boy and the missus went to visit one of my friends who’s moved outof the smoke for the sunny climes of St Albans today.
He and his wife have a three-year-old son who basically looks on me as an intellectual equal and today has christened me Uncle Poo instead of Uncle Paul.
Rather sadly I now know this will stick and it will now always be Uncle Poo.
Welcome to 2007. I hate *kids…
* I don't really.
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