Gavin: I'm a Starling...Me Darling

Harry Hill is a comedy genius. I don't mind admitting that for years we thought he was our generations' Pam Ayres, but slowly, we've begun to realise that his humour appeals to both the kids and us in equal measure. Which is much better than when we were kids huddling around the gas fire while my dad read out 'Oh, I wished I'd looked after me teeth'.*

Sonny has a joke book from Harry Hill (yet another lovely gift) that he reads every night. He also now has a monitor (no... it's not a 'baby' monitor obviously) which means we can hear every joke he reads out to Ruby in her bedroom and their giggles as he does. It seems strange that before we'd have run up and barked at them both to 'GO TO SLEEP' yet now it's just brilliant to hear. Tonight's favourites are:

Q: What's brown and sticky?
A: A stick.

My little brother brother was banned from the local swimming pool for weeing in the pool. I said "I thought you'd be used to little boys weeing in the pool". They said "yes, but not from the high diving board".

Q: What's orange and looks like a hedgehog?
A: A hedgehog trying to be a goldfish

Q: What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
A: A carrot.

*As I write this, Zoe is reciting the full poem. Yes, this is our Friday night.