Mummy and daughter hanging out on the bleachers watching son at hockey practise: daughter is climbing up and down the stairs, taking risks and causing other spectators to gasp and reach out to stop the potential fall. Each time Mummy chides her daughter with a firm "hold on to the handrail, please," daughter smiles, throws her arms around Mummy's neck and kisses her cheek. One time too many and there is a telling off. Daughter kisses Mummy then hangs on. "Whisper in ear Mummy,"
"Ok, sweetheart," delights Mummy.
"Poop head." whispers daughter.
"Hmmmmm" says Mummy.
Later on, the same again.
"Whisper in ear, Mummy,"
"Ok, sweetie, what is it?"
"Poop head."
"Why don't you whisper something nice in Mummy's ear, poppet?"
Daughter pulls away, cocks her head to one side and thinks for a moment. A gleam in her eye, she says, "Whisper in ear, Mummy,"
A cautious, "Yes?"
"Nick Junior!"
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