This week, my little darlings have been poorly, so humour has been in short supply this week both on their part and mine. So for this week’s “funee” I have gone back a couple of years to a funny conversation that I had with my now seven-year-old.
We had gone to visit granny (my mum) as she had been unwell. When we arrived a very croaky granny answered the door and could barely speak. We went in and sat down.
R: Granny why do you sound so funny?
Me: Granny has lost her voice!
So R disappeared upstairs as he usually did and we could hear him ferreting around. A few minutes later, he came down looking very confused.
Me: What’s the matter?
R: I’m so sorry granny, I was looking for your voice but I can’t find it anywhere!