So I was on way back from tennis last night with the boys. It's Master Ben's turn to sit in the front seat. We're listening to a Michael Jackson CD so I've already had a series of whoops and squeals from the Young Master in true Michael Jackson style...
Suddenly, he turns to me and says;
Mum? Have you ever seen a person with no arms or no legs?
(Obviously had been thinking about Michael Jackson's sorties into plastic surgery - I can think of no other explanation.)
Mrs T: Why, yes. (Pause) In fact, I was at school who a girl who only had one hand. She had a false, plastic one that she wore... and at dinner time she used to unscrew it and screw in a fork.
Master Ben: Didn't you have nightmares?
Mrs T: No. Why would I?
Master Ben: Didn't you dream she unscrewed it and screwed in a chainsaw?
Mrs T: (Laughing) Umm... No.
Master Ben: A Bazooka?
Mrs T (Laughing) No!
Okay, so then Master Ben worked his way through about half a dozen weapons (with accompanying sound effects and visual demonstrations.) Eventually he fell silent and we listen to MJ again.
Master Ben: Mummy?
Mrs T: Yes?
Master Ben: Do you think if everyone in the world moved onto one side of the world and farted the earth would shoot across the other side of the galaxy?
Mrs T: (Laughing) Um... No!
Okay, so that was followed by an even more bizarre conversation about global warming. And if that isn't enough, I got home and looked at my brother in law's wedding photographs and there's a picture of Master Ben standing next to my brother in law with his face dramatically poised over the edge of my brother in law's beer glass.
Blimey, I tell you this boy is trouble. I might even post a video of him next week doing his Michael Jackson impersonation on his newly acquired treadmill. It's a corker, I can tell you.