Sitting at the back of the bus on my way home from Racodac, a young mother and her wee boy came and sat next to and in front of me respectively.

After kicking me in the knee a couple of times, the mother instructed the child to "mind that man’s leg." To which the ratty little thing stated: "That’s *not* a man.". Well, thanks a bloomin’ lot.

Mind you, knowing that the child has to live life with a forehead of incorrect proportion to the rest of his body did give me some satisfaction.

This here entry was posted on Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 at 6:09 pm and is filed under the following categories: general.