i refuse to call my son a dickhead
perhaps i should explain...
at the sandwich (the place in kent, not the convenient bread based snack) bank holiday festival there was a children's entertainer in the shape of a clown doing inflated balloons in the shape of requested objects.
maximum requested a teddy bear.
z requested a knight's sword
the sword was quite good.
until z bit it and it deflated into the shape of a black cock and balls.
mrs.perou became hysterical (with laughter) and refused to walk through the streets of sandwich holding a phallus.
undeterred, innocent z (not seeing the new shape for what it was) decided it was now a super hero mask and decided to walk through the streets of sandwich as pictured.
nobody commented.
perhaps it was just me and mrs.perou's durty minds.
strangely, i've been at parties (in the past) where people have worn rubber versions of these masks.
in other news, destroyed ourselves raking the long cut grass from the whole of the orchard.
then mowed it again
and recovered in the cinema watching 'diary of a wimpy kid. dog days'
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