The Rude Finger

The other night we were sitting having dinner when Phee holds up her hand.

“This is the rude finger.” says Phee pointing at her middle finger.

Oh dear.

“Why is it the rude finger Phee?” we ask, dreading any answer that may come back.

“Because it’s the longest.” came the reply and a look that implied we were idiots for not knowing that at our age. I wonder if that piece of knowledge came from the same kid who told her ‘gay’ means ‘love’.

Ah well, it’s December 2 and no school yard Scrooge has spilt the beans on Mr Ho Ho Ho yet, fingers (even the rude one) crossed.

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