Yesterday we were early to school pickup and were sitting on the primary school lawn at 3:15 when the high school (next door) finishes. Ash was fascinated by the mass exodus of teenagers from the school and watched enthralled through the fence. Then he came back and sat with me. A few minutes later we could hear the voice of a teenage boy in the distance, and Ash turns around:
"I can hear something! What's that?"
"Mummy I can hear Troy Bolton!"
Hilarious.
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