Just rambling through the forest of life.

Sat having breakfast this morning with our nearly 6-year-old as he puts it.

He started singing to an advert then started making his own rap song up. It went like this

“Yo, Yo, Yo, you look like a spanner,

Fetch me pasta, cus I am the master!”

Nearly choked on my coffee, he sat there in a pose with a grin on his face.

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