KIDS AND THE QUESTIONS THEY ASK
Walked through town this afternoon. It's half term so lots more kids around. As I approached the town centre I had to wait at the kerb for the lights to change. This was the last street before the pedestrianised section.
A father approached the bit of pavement where the lights halt the traffic. He was with his two young sons. The older child had some kind of whistle in his mouth.
Focusing on keeping his two young charges safe, the man was concentrating on getting them over the road when one of them asked a brilliant question in all seriousness:
"Da-aad? Can you ever play the kazoo too much?"
Walked through town this afternoon. It's half term so lots more kids around. As I approached the town centre I had to wait at the kerb for the lights to change. This was the last street before the pedestrianised section.
A father approached the bit of pavement where the lights halt the traffic. He was with his two young sons. The older child had some kind of whistle in his mouth.
Focusing on keeping his two young charges safe, the man was concentrating on getting them over the road when one of them asked a brilliant question in all seriousness:
"Da-aad? Can you ever play the kazoo too much?"
