Bad parent award goes to me tonight. I jokingly told Neal to “Shut Up!” forgetting about our youngest child (evermore known as ‘Polly’). When I could get a word in edgewise through the loudly repeated, “Shut up! Shut up!” I had to humbly apologise for being naughty and demonstrate how a good wife and mother lovingly requests that her husband silence his contradictory opinions. It is really hard to keep a straight face when the rest of the table ‘quietly’ chortles behind their hands and ‘Polly’, in response to the question, “What do we say instead?” replies happily, “Um, Oh bugger?”
Eski Caterpillar! 