An oldie from 2016. Not sure why it didn’t get posted at the time…
Homework Club at the dining-room table. Eldest is writing a history essay on European nationalism movements, while G is doing an assignment on baking for Food Tech. Both are concentrating ferociously.
E (to me): “How many b’s in Garibaldi?”
G (obviously returning from some distant mental shore and looking bewildered): “Aren’t any bees in a Garibaldi. They’re squashed flies, but they’re really currants.”