Z had been coming home and filling the household with cold jokes from school. X revelled in the jokes and participated as much as he could.
There was a look up, look down… There were so many predominantly boys’ jokes that I realized these stuffs started from very young.
I was amused and I tried not to bat an eyelid when the jokes got too crude. Mr H was first to jump while I usually tried not to use my standards to judge if Z should stop his jokes or not.
Ultimately, I believed in moving with times as long as it did not interfere with Z’s character development.
The Honey Marquise Vol 1.1 