Number two son and I took a bike ride the other day to the Saturday market. As we left the market, after looking at ripe tomatoes, buying a pint of cherries, NTS started screaming. As several people looked on I stopped and rushed to the bike trailer as he yelled ouch ouch.
"Whats wrong" I asked, "are you okay?"
"Ouch ouch, Charlie bit me" he replied, in his best English accent.
I sighed after I got back on my bike and said, rather loudly, " you are fine"
I rode home through town with him still screaming, over and over "Charlie bit me, Charlie bit me, that really hurts Charlie."
And I just ignored him.
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