And our Ken-ism for the day
Ken is wearing a path in the pass through whilst he waits for me. I am completing 42 tasks before leaving for the city - none of which need to be done and all of which could have been left to our return, but I digress.
When Our Ken paces, there is a reason. I have been watching this go on for a few minutes. It is now accompanied by heavy sighs. Finally, he gets to the point of his antics
L - Think of what dear? (knowing full well that it is his new cap that he is so chuffed about)
K - Got my new hat on - the one Reg sent for Christmas.
L - Are you going to wear it like that?
K - sporting a wounded look and huffing a bit - Whaddya mean? It's my new hat and I like it!
L - Well, Minnie Pearl, you might want to think about it a bit.
K - What?
L - Minnie, are you sure you want to go like that?
K - As he marches off to get the vehicle with the tag on top flapping like the comic character with the helicopter hat -
Don't know why you're calling me that. You don't make a lot of sense, sometimes.
Now, you know how very tempting it was to just let him go like that. But I decided there could be a point at which I might have to acknowledge knowing him. Reluctantly, I pointed out the large tag but it hurt a bit.
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