Small Sprog was humming in the back of the car on his way to cubs last night.
"Can I sing you a rude song?" He asked me.
"Yes" I giggled This is the bones of what he sang me :
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie
With his **** in a trolley
And his ***** in a biscuit tin,
Sitting in the grass
Do you know what? There is more, but I can't bear to repeat it!
I glanced around at him and he was beaming form ear to ear!
"You won't sing that to anyone else will you?" I asked him.
"Who taught it to you anyway?"
"Not telling you!"
He can be very loyal!
"Did you learn it in the playground?" I asked, as it was the first day back to school today.
"From the nit children?"
He was quiet for a while, I knew it was bound to be them.......
"You won't sing it to Granny or Grandma will you?" I plead, I mean, can you imagine?!!
We drove in silence for a bit, though I suspect he was still humming quietly!
"Have you sung it to daddy?"
"No one else then?" He shook his head.
I was secretly pleased that he had chosen to share his 'Rude Song' with me! I can see the blokiness developing in him at an alarming rate. I looked over my shoulder and said "When you are older, you are going to have such a great time!" And he beamed back at me.
After a while he pipes up in the back.... "Eleanor taught it to me"
I shrieked with laughter! She is Tall Girls best friend, 12 years old and very demure.
"Are you sure?"I giggled
"Yes, she sang it when we were on the trampoline" He said proudly
"So Tall Girl knows it to?"
"No, she had already got off, you won't tell Domestic Goddess (her mother and my best friend) will you?"
I shook my head, smiling to myself.........You bet I'm gonna tell her. I can't wait to see her face!