So, last night, we were cooking up some roast potatoes in the oven. Not that we were cooking already roasted potatoes — they were raw when they went in — but anyway… I’m confusing myself now. I’ll start again.
Roast Potatoes. They were in the oven, y’know. And some beef. And my beautiful wife opened up the oven, at which point a massive plume of steam shot out of the oven and up to the ceiling, as is the wont of steam everywhere*. Being something of an idiot (and aficionado of air guitar), I wasn’t about to let some concert-style smoke go to waste, so I set to with my best Air Fender with a little snatch of Deep Purple’s “Smoke On The Water”. You know the intro bit?
Duh Duh Duh, Duh Duh DUHDUH
At which point my three year old son finished the phrase for me, albeit in the kind of falsetto that only a three year old boy can muster:
Duh Duh Duh, DuhDuhDuh… Heeheehee..
I’m not sure whether to be very, very proud, or quite worried. Either way, I nearly fell face-first into the oven from giggling…
* So I’m informed **
** By THE VOICES. You know the ones.