Mum: “What’s whack-a-mole?”
Me: “It’s a game. A toy mole pops up and you have to hit it.”
Mum: “Ooh, that’s not nice.”
Me: “It’s like splat-the-rat, mum. Like at garden fetes.”
Mum: “It’s the principle. Rats are fine, but a poor little mole can’t see when he pops his head out.”
