My middle son has asked me to correct my mishearing of his weird thought while sat on the toilet. Apparently, he didn’t ponder the point of knees, rather he pondered the point of ‘me’. Easy mistake to make I think and I’m glad I made the mistake as otherwise I wouldn’t have spent ten minutes pondering the point of knees yesterday.

So, to correct my mistake, I hereby announce that he once sat on the toilet and wriggled his fingers and thought: ‘What is the point of me?’ That is really quite a big question and too large to debate at great length here.

What is the point of 'me' not my knees

What is the point of ‘me’ not my knees