On Christmas Day, Sam was struggling with packaging. He was muttering under his breath, “Bloody sticky tape, bloody, bloody sticky tape.” I had a quiet chat and suggested that he didn’t use the word “bloody” as it is a grown up swear word. Later on, his Grandma heard him saying it again. She also suggested that he didn’t use the word and added that he sounded like a Cockney (she’s from a posh place up North). Sam was puzzled by the Cockney reference so asked what she meant. She explained that Cockneys swear a lot (I told you she was from a posh place up North). Sam’s next question caused great mirth, “Is Daddy a Cockney?”
Buggerit!
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