Out of the mouths of babes
WHEN my wife took our young son on his first trip on the London underground, he insisted on standing to look out of the window. ‘Come and sit down,’ my wife said to him. He replied: ‘But I am looking for worms!’
WHEN my wife took our young son on his first trip on the London underground, he insisted on standing to look out of the window. ‘Come and sit down,’ my wife said to him. He replied: ‘But I am looking for worms!’