Done with errors

Daddy: “Here you are”

Child#2: “Thankyou. What is it?”

Daddy: “It’s a Jaffa Cake.”

Child#2 [runs into the next room holding it]: “Mummy! Mummy! Look – it’s a deffacate!”

Daddy: “You’ve been good, I think you deserve a treat”

Child #1 [thinks for a bit]: “For my treat I’d either like some chips or to go to the pub.”

[The children are down late sneaking a watch at the Victorian Pharmacy on TV]

Daddy: “Look kids. Potassium chloride. Daddy knows where to find that in the wild. When we go camping we can make a bomb if you like.”

Mummy [overhearing the conversation]: “Nooooooo. We’re not…”

[pause]

“…going camping.”

Child #2 [plurals] “duckzez”, “cakezez”, “the white onezez”

Daddy: “I bet it was sad when you had to say goodbye to your headteacher for the summer.”

Child #1: “Yes, my tears were on.”