Little Commando
He’s nearly 4, independent and dressing himself. Today though, with a bad cough, he’s off school and at our house for lunch. He doesn’t seem too ill to me though because he’s fearlessly defending his cheese and ham sandwiches from my greedy clutches like a soldier.
I saw my chance when he announced “I need a poo Granny!” Off they went to the loo. Just as I was about to do a raid on his sandwiches, I heard Granny say “But you haven’t got any pants on!”
I stopped, afraid. He wasn’t just a mere soldier... he was going Commando!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Pants = boy’s underpants (UK)
5 comments add one below
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Frenchie over 4 years ago
Hahaha! Thank you for my early smile! Loved it... so, I guess, you made your own sandwiches? Hehehe...
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Yep, no cheese and ham sammos for me! And then he only ate half of them! Meanie! ☹️
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks Drew, much appreciated. Here's the address... M T Belly, 1, Weightloss Drive, Little Peckish, Herts. HUN GRY
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Christopher over 4 years ago
It seems like yesterday that you started the Small Talk series about him. It's hard to believe it's been that long.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Yes Christopher, it seems like yesterday.
