LOL!! SUCH an addictive game! ;o]
This morning I wandered into my son’s room. Having spent the night with Tyson-who-is-not-allowed-on-the-furniture in his room he was a little, how shall I say it? green around the gills.
I told him I wanted to measure how tall Tyson-who-is-not-allowed-on-the-furniture is at the shoulder.
Thinking he just might, might be being set up, but not how, nor how to avoid it, he asked, “Why?”
“I want to know the Gas Hund height.”
He ordered me to leave his room...