Conversation over at me parents’ house…
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.”
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