At the service station

I sat beside this story on a long trip to Leeds and rediscovered it amongst the notes on my phone the other day. Just imagine the scene, the child and the voices – I hope it brings a smile to you too.

At the service station

Ketchup on the table.

Dad goes to get napkins. 

Returns to clean up.

(Confused) Where did it go?

I licked it.

(Incredulously horrified) You didn’t.

I did.

How did you do that? 

Like this. (Leans right over and licks the table again.)

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