Double Doors

Mum and Dad were looking at brochures for garden sheds this afternoon.

I was helping out by hovering about in the background and repeating things they said.

'This one has double doors,' Mum said.

'Double doors, double doors, double doors...' I said, over and over again.

I liked the way it sounded.

So I kept saying it.

After a while, I was asked to stop saying 'double doors'

"Double doors, double doors, double doors..." I kept saying.

So I got sent to my room.

Later, when I'd been released, I had a cuddle with Dad on the couch.

"Sorry Dad," I said.

"I don't say that word 'double doors' ever again".

Apparently 'double doors' isn't something you can say in our house.