So, during our recent trip to the UK, we got to take the train numerous times. When we stayed in London, we found that on the train line from the hubby’s sister’s house in to the city is a town with the same surname as us. The boys got a real kick out of seeing a real, live place (or rather a sign at a train station to be more exact) named after them.
Especially my middle son.
He is a bit of a thinker after all.
He likes to come out with profound comments.
As we were passing through the town, he looked all introspective and turned to me to say, “I’d like to move here, Mum.”
“Yes, dear. It would be kind of cool wouldn’t it?” I replied.
“Yes,” I could see his mind ticking.
“Mum?” he looked earnestly at me.
“Yes.” I said.
“If we moved to this town, Mum?”
“Yes.”
“Mum?”
“What is it?”
“If we move here, will they have to worship us, Mum?”
And, there you have it . . . that’s my son . . . profound, or what?
Tags: children, Family, funny, holidays, Humor, kids, life, vacation
LOL! That is awesome thinking he has going on there!
LMAO he cracks me up!
they’d at least have to ask you to be the mayor, don’t ya think?
Fancy finding a town named after yourselves, he indeed could be the Mayor of the Town of Bonkers!!!! Tee hee heee
Have a nice day Mrs Bonkers.
I’m sure you’d get a parade in your honor if you moved there. Too funny!
I want to move to a town where they worship me…where is this place???
Ah, tell him anyway he ends up living I’ll worship him, that’s part of been an Aunty!!! xxxx