Twirling

Libbie checks the twirliness of her skirt ahead of George's birthday party.

"Mummy I've decided that I am going to marry George. I've picked him."


Charlie (bemused) "Libbie, In reality it is far too early to decide who you want to marry, plus George, well I'm not sure about him really, he seems a bit.... erm stu...erm,....well I don't think he's that clever."


Poor old George.

Charlie is bang on though, no way Libbie is marrying him.