Luke and I had a rush-hour cross city trip this afternoon, and he was in the happiest mood ever. So he regaled me with made-up versions of "Don't worry, be happy". By the time we got home my jaw was aching from the laughter. I took this picture after dinner while he and Michael were passing the salt to each other. It's not a minor issue - we have a salt-cellar with wheels that are wound up like a toy car, and the salt speeds across the table. When father and sons get going, it's like having a Grand Prix round the plates.
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