I’m a little disturbed by the fact that my son is becoming a bit of a London boy. I blame this on his father who has a complete inability to pronounce his T-Hs; as a result my son now has a speech impediment. Instead of saying ‘THink’ he says ‘Fink’, instead of saying ‘boTHer’ he says ‘boVVer’ and so on and so forth. I have nothing against London boys per se, I’ve spent the last 13 years of my life with one. The sheer variety of southern bred males is something to be thankful for.
My boyfriend seems to be training our child in many ways. Joke telling has become his forte… the problem? He only knows 2 bloody jokes and he puts them in heavy rotation. Day after day I’m treated to the same punchlines followed by him rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter. His entire repertoire consists of, “what’s brown and sticky?” and “How do you catch a flea?” For weeks he has accosted me and others, in his eagerness running the whole sentence together including the punchline, “What’s brown and sticky a stick, how do you catch a flea start from scratch.” The only nod to his northernness is that he likes cobbles and Yorkshire puddings; with this I must console myself.
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