Jen and I have been recording the new BBC2 series The Tudors so that we can watch it all in one go. Jen's mum, on the other hand, has been watching each episode as it airs.
A devout Irish Catholic born and bred, Jen's mum never did much Anglican history at school. Yesterday, she described the latest episode of The Tudors to Jen:
There's this man who's married, but he wants to get a divorce so that he can marry this other woman. So he's going to set up a new church… Oh, but I shouldn't be giving away the story!
Jen reassured her mum that she was pretty sure that the story was a matter of public record.
She then told her mum that I want to eat the pope.
My wife was watching the biblical epic 'The greatest story ever told' on TV one Sunday afternoon. Before the end, she had to go & collect our oldest boy from ice hockey training. 'Watch the end for me & tell me what happens', she said as she left.On her return, she asked meabout the ending. Dryly, I replied 'the devil did it!'
My 2 year old granddaughter has a habit of breaking wind & announcing the fact in a graphic manner. We have been busy trying to come up with a new term & settled on pop pop pop. Sadly, she was having none of this, much to our dismay.
This morning at play school, she broke wind & announced to the assembled masses, 'I FARTED!'. As I moved in to correct her, she quickly added, 'and it went pop pop pop!'
I love kids, but I couldn't eat a whole one!