You can’t say that!

I just received a call from Tracey. She’s out doing the weekly shop with Master7 and has just been embarrassed by something she heard him say.

It started innocently enough when he asked for a treat for school lunches tomorrow – Cheestiks. For those of you unfamiliar with these miracles of milk I have included a photo. Personally I love to hate them. I get excited when I get my hands on one but invariably nearly crack a tooth trying to get the plastic off.

In any case, we can rarely afford these sorts of things for school lunches. Chances are, if there’s cheese in the box it’s probably a slice.

Where the whole thing became a problem was when Master7 got excited about the prospect of having a Cheestik at school the next day. Just as an older lady walked past them in the shopping aisle he picked the pack up and made a shock announcement to Tracey.

“I can’t wait until lunch tomorrow! I’m going to have sex with them!” he shouted gleefully.

The lady’s eyes met Tracey’s for a moment before the woman shuffled on with her head down.

“I beg your pardon!” Tracey hissed at Master7. “What a very rude thing to say!”

“Is it?” Master7 wanted to know.

“Of course it is,” said Tracey. “You can’t say that.”

“Why not? Am I being greedy?”

There was a pause here as Tracey tried to work out what the hell Master7 was going on about.

“What do you mean?” she finally asked him.

“Because I want so many.”

Another pause.

“What did you say before?” she asked him. “Quietly!” she added, leaning over him.

“I said I’m going to have six of them,” repeated Master7.

And the two of them spent the next five minutes racing through the shopping aisles trying unsuccessfully to find the old woman to explain the misunderstanding.