A different angle

After writing my last blog about my memories, Mum told me that she had no recollection of the Bumber car incident what so ever. So she asked Dad about it and he (with his guilty look on his face) told her that he didn't know what she was talking about. Turns out that he had never told Mum about it, and that I was supposed to keep it a secret, well sorry Daddy it's not a secret anymore, people from all over the world know about it now...
So many more memories came to mind, but I wanted to mix things up a little. So I asked Mum to write down one of her memories and this is what she came up with.
« OK so I remember going on holiday to Saint-Julien-des-Landes.  I think it was May time and you would have been about 20 months old.  There was some Football thing going on probably the European Cup or some such other Cup!  Anyway we were camping on it was scorching hot. We went off to the pool and Daddy was splashing around with you and the more he splashed the more you squealed and laughed. He was then throwing you up in the air and catching you and the more he did it the more you loved it until unfortunately you were sick! I had to take you down the other end of the pool while Daddy had to scoop the sick out of the pool in to the gully and trap that went around the edge. It did not affect you as I was taking you away you were screaming "Daddy" and "More"! »


What Mum hasn't told you is the embarrassing story about Sam on this holiday. So I am going to tell you :-D (Sorry Sam !)
As you know it was boiling hot, and we had all gone in to the tent for a nap, I was in my nappy, Mum in her swimmers, Dad and Sam butt naked. We all started to doze off except big brother who was about 4 ½ at the time. He was sat there fiddling with his man bits, lifting up his willy, looking underneath it, then looking and Dads to compare. He then piped up with « What are these called Daddy ?» To which Dad replied « They are testicles. » And that was the end of the conversation.

Fast forward to Christmas. We were all eating Christmas dinner, with Grandma, Grandad, Aunty Fleur, and some friends of the family. At one point there was a lull in the conversation. So Sam did what anyone would do, says anything to be able to start on a new topic. He stood up and said "Testicles", then sat down and continued eating

Well thats one way to get the conversation started again!!!

So if ever there is an uncomfortable silence, just shout testicles!!

XOXO

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