Nov
2
Spooky
Last night I was reading Sprog his bedtime story, there were fireworks going off and I found myself mechanically reading the “James and Toby” train book while my mind wandered off. My thought process was roughly: “Hmm, there are a lot of fireworks going off… I think once I’ve put him to bed I’ll immediately eat those crisps I bought earlier to keep me going before I make supper.”
Okay, not the most exciting thought although they were salt and vinegar (and a packet Sprog was unaware I’d got squirrelled away) so I was quite looking forward to them.
The story was duly finished along with a couple of other books and I bundled Sprog up and carried him to bed, at which point he pipes up
“Those fireworks are having crisps?”
Weird…
