For reasons known only to them, the Noodle and his Groodle (which would be the grandparent du jour) are discussing the worst flavours of toothpaste during their very long telephone call.
The child describes the worst potential flavour as 'two-tooth' or 'mutton'. Am quietly stopping myself from chuckling loudly so as not to interrupt the flow. .
So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
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4 comments:
The groodle and noodle talk toothpaste. Too cute!
Mutton flavoured toothpaste?! That IS truly gruesome. That will haunt me like the herring ice cream from the Faraway Tree...
I can think of worse flavours. But that one does sound pretty bad as a toothpaste taste :-)
I'm hoping it's not a subconcious reaction of what the Noodle thinks of the Groodle
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