So there I was on the sofa last night, wondering how Hefty Hugh and Lanky Len might give me an insight into the Casey Anthony case, and I reached the point in the story when the fat red hen starts baa-ing like a sheep in the middle of the night. Whereupon Amelie pointed at the bad man on the right in this picture...
![What the Ladybird Heard](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKj-5ggNUF8_WdWajWc6DJOGsqFazJTd-YN-kaIFQa7vSsd17CpeO8E6SC55OTtSlK3WvJgmAUy6gxVk-mj8fy7ab0RrzJ-fTfipfoZwS_Brz0RfLgHi3PrO8ueTi8ZwyDs_3wgg/s400/bad+men.jpg)
... and asked me who it was. Naturally, as a literary expert with my finger on the crime fiction pulse, I told her it was Lanky Len. So she pointed at the chap on the left and said "That one looks like you."
I said "Hugh?"
She said "No, YOU, Daddy."
And they say kids don't respect their elders any more. Still, I was right about it giving me an insight into the Casey Anthony case. I'm beginning to know how she felt.
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You're not growing your moustache again, are you?
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