'Mummy,' announces Youngest. 'I need a Lacks.'
We had just finished a filthy lunch of pasta, very old cheese (grated to look more appealing) some ancient tomato gunk, found in depths of fridge and which I had sniffed for signs of mould, and finished off with about 17 brown looking grapes. 'Eat them up quick!' I instructed hesitant daughter briskly. 'They won't taste so bad.'
'What exactly do you mean by Lacks?' I asked Youngest, recalling Stain Day, and our little conversation.
'Well. I think I need one.'
Lacks. Lax? He didn't look very constipated. He had Gone, as it were, only hours before.
'What exactly do you do with a Lacks?' I enquired. Am getting to be Quite Good at Questioning about Unknown Areas.
Youngest roared with laughter.
'Do you eat it?'
Gales of laughter. Great Mirth. Unable to speak for giggles.
Was not That Amused. Wanted to wash up, and get everyone Outside for Snowy Walk.
Right, I said. Everyone outside for Snowy Walk.
Youngest Not Amused any more.
'But Mummy, I must have a Lacks.'
'WHAT IS A LACKS? I shouted (very quietly, you understand.)
Youngest sighed very, very hard.
'Like you and Daddy. After lunch. You need a Lacks too.'
'YEESSSSSSSSSS!' yelled Youngest, almost blue with frustration.
Got it. Always do in the end.
So we all went in the Sitting Room for a Lacks. And very nice it was too.
Husband rang up as we Lacksed. What are you doing?
Having a Lacks, I said.
Oh, that's nice, he said.
Do you know what a Lacks is? I asked.
No, he said, but do I need to?
Finished our Lacks now and about to venture out into Snow.
Then will Lacks for the rest of the day, I reckon. How about you?
Food described in this post Not Really Mouldy. Reality was a nice, de-frosted, homemade pasta sauce with our pasta, with very nice Smoked cheese (grated) with 3 day old grapes, one of which had brown specks on it, so we threw it away.
Reality a little Dull, so prone to Exaggeration. )