Funny in a cute kind of way.
It was only a year or two later when
No 1 Son (at the steering wheel)
was driving the ute across the paddock with No. 2’s small hands
barely hanging on to a two-inch diameter pipe
(just visible top right) while standing on the back.
And 25 years down the track they a still grumbling
because I was very cross with them.
Not because they were driving, rather at their lack of care,
how fast or how dangerous it was.
It is a standing chuckle that Number 1 was able
to hit a gate post in a twenty-foot wide temporary gateway
and Number 2 managed to drive so close to a tree that he hit
the bar I referred to previously.
The next two are more cute he funny me thinks…
However they always rate…