I was helping L. make a wedding cake today and God knows how many sodding cupcakes so Darren took the boys and Harry's mate P. to Malahide Castle for a walk. He also took the dog which was the main reason for walking really. Apparently they enjoyed themselves hiding from the rain and dancing in the sunshine when it made itself known. Forgive wretched use of English but, as said earlier, lots of cakes made today.
So, out and about with their dad when they passed a chuch where a wedding was taking place. Darren remarked on it being a bad day for wedding, rain etc., and Harry said 'sure, doesn't most of it happen inside?'. Then all the kids started on about kissing and ugh and gross and bleaugh and why would you????? So Darren said 'Aw Harry, wait till you get to kiss your wife' upon which Harry denied he would EVER get married and Oscar, surprisingly, said he knew who he was going to marrry. Stunned silence all around. "I'm going to marry Billy (the dog)". Greeted by complete and utter disgust by Arthur. "But you can't marry Billy. He's a boy".
Yeah, gotta love the boys.
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