Tonight my daughter is at a friend’s place, so the boys and I went to the night markets.
My son was playing that man’s name game. (The one that NEVER gets old!) You know it… What do you call a man with a shovel? Doug. What do you call a man nailed to the wall? Art. etc etc etc
It went on and on until my Pete said, “What do you call a man with no legs?”
Perplexed silence followed.
My Pete said, “Shark bait.”
“That’s not a name!”, shouted my indignant son.
“No”, said my Pete. “It’s his nickname.”
My son could not even walk from laughter.
It’s a circus and I am surrounded by fools!