She couldn’t push the second half of her frozen yogurt tube up toward the opening.
“Can you do me a favourite, Daddy?” she asked, walking across the backyard.
“Sure, Irene, I can do you a favour. Do you need me to push that up for you?”
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him.
“You mean to say favourite.”
* * *
Colum on soccer:
“We used to be the Cruellers,
But now we’re the Poo-lers.
We always used to win every game,
But now we lose.
So we’re the POO-lers!”