This afternoon the Mummy suggested: “Why don’t you take them out for a S-C-O-O-T while I’m cooking dinner?”.
Ellie, in a quiet little voice: “Scooting?”
The Mummy & I look at each other, fear etched into every pore.
I try to whisper “How did she know that?! Maybe it was just a good guess?”
“Jake & Ellie, do you know what S-C-O-O-T-I-N-G is?”.
Both of them.
This could change the world as we know it.
What if we can no longer spell I-C-E C-R-E-A-M?! Or C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E?!
I’m really hoping it was just a good guess.
But we could be in very serious trouble here…
I did take them scooting. But it was a bit cold & wet so we didn’t get very far & went back inside after not too long.
“The kids are alright”: you see what I did there? The Who? Mods? Quadrophenia? Scooting around Brighton? No?