This morning at breakfast.
JACK: I spy something that starts with an F.
ERIN: Hmm. Is it a fork?
JACK: No.
ERIN: Is it the fridge?
JACK: No.
ERIN: Jack, I give up. What is it?
JACK (with a big smile): It is FEO!
Oh, the joys of having a brother with a hard 'th' name.
2 comments:
Fats fe funniest fing!
Also living in London, where some tend to substitute f for th anyway! (But don't tell them I said that...)
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