Another installment covering conversations with my youngest son (8). I wasn’t involved this time – the wife was standing at the supermarket checkout queue and decided to send the son into the Travel Agent’s opposite, to pick up a brochure. It was only a few feet away, so she could hear every word:
Son: Excuse me.
Nice Travel Agent lady: Yes?
Son: My Mummy wants something on Sing-A-Whore.
Nice Travel Agent lady: * Cough * Pardon?
Son: Do you have a brochure about Sing-A-Whore.
Nice Travel Agent lady: Oh, do you mean Singapore?
Son: Yes. Singapore.