The choccy spoon

This afternoon, Numb Nuts assisted Grandma to make some rice krispie choccy cakes. Hopefully we have all been there, the spoon covered in cake mix that has to be cleaned before it can go near any detergent. All children should experience the fun and games of being allowed to bake their first cakes, select the sprinkle coatings and then watch with unabashed pride as Mum & Dad 'enjoy' the delights offered to them.

He loves it, insists that I leave the kitchen, as I'm just the rugby coach, then takes charge of his Grandma. He also made trifle, well it would have been trifle if the maraschino cherries had made it from the tin into the mix. He reminds me of somebody, not sure yet exactly who, but it will come to me eventually.

This morning I showed him his new mini rugby ball, the next thing I knew was that I had been immobilised by a 3 year old who had flung himself around my ankles and demanded I had to release the ball as he had tackled me.

Later en-route to the river the following soliloquoy took place, luckily I don't drive anymore as I was in hysterics. The poor boss had to pull over.
"Grandma, squirrels have tails don't they?"
"Yes, squirrels have big fluffy tails."
"Grandma's don't have fluffy tails, Grandma's don't have willies, Grandma's have bottoms but they aren't boys because they don't have tails or willies."

"Why is Grandpa choking?"

PS That's his Help 4 Heroes apron.