“We don’t need that nonsense,” said Grandad, turning off the radio in my car. “We can’t hear each other.”
Probably not a bad idea, I thought to myself, you never know what’s going to come on next and whether or not it’ll be kiddy friendly.
I took Grandad shopping today and he sat in the car with Miss3 while I ran some errands. Neither of them seemed to mind, with Miss3 keeping my old man amused by telling stories and singing.
Not that it was an entirely one way street.
When I left the car to deliver a box to the local Catholic school, Miss3 was singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
When I arrived back a few minutes later, Grandad was teaching Miss3 that old classic, Mary Had a Little Lamb.
Sort of.
“Mary had a little lamb,” Miss3 was crooning as I jumped back in the car, clearly repeating what Grandad had just said. “It’s fleece was black as charcoal.”
“And every time it jumped the fence…” Grandad went on.
Because I’d heard this one before I threw myself at the dashboard, hitting the switch and letting Meghan Trainer tell us about the importance of bass in music.
My bad. The radio might be hit and miss, but Grandad never deviates from his proven formula.
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“Raising a family on little more than laughs.”
What happens when it jumps the fence? You can’t leave us wondering??!!!!??????
“You could see its little arsehole” lol
Hahahaha
your ending is different to the once I learnt as a kid!
“Mary had a little lamb,
it’s fleece as dark as charcoal
And every time it touched the fence
Sparks flew out its arsehole!”