There is an awful stench in the kitchen just now. It appears to be coming from my youngest son's back quarters.
He is wearing a nappy and I suspect he has a little surprise in there for me.
I have asked him if he has anything to declare, well not exactly in those terms, and he insists he does not.
I asked him if he was telling me a fib and he insisted in a most aggrieved tone that he is not telling me a fib.
Without wanting to give him a complex because I appear not to believe him, while grappling with the horrendous truth that awaits me when he eventually gets on to the changing mat..I am stumped.
I'm going to try again with diplomacy. Let's see if he agrees to a visual inspection.
He is wearing a nappy and I suspect he has a little surprise in there for me.
I have asked him if he has anything to declare, well not exactly in those terms, and he insists he does not.
I asked him if he was telling me a fib and he insisted in a most aggrieved tone that he is not telling me a fib.
Without wanting to give him a complex because I appear not to believe him, while grappling with the horrendous truth that awaits me when he eventually gets on to the changing mat..I am stumped.
I'm going to try again with diplomacy. Let's see if he agrees to a visual inspection.
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