“How’s that then?” I replied, wondering whether I would be stunned by his physics knowledge about refracting light through raindrops, etc.
“There’s glue in the sky!”
“I’m sorry, did you say there’s blue in the sky?” I asked, as he had mumbled beneath the din of the CD which at the time was playing “Rock the Casbah” (one of his favourites) and I wasn’t sure what he had said.
“No mummy, there’s glue in the sky, and then what happens is all the raindrops stick to the glue and make a rainbow.”
What a lovely thought, why didn’t I think of that? 😉