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

This isn’t my ‘weird thought’ but the ‘weird thought’ of my middle son. Today, as I was telling my children that I had started a blog called ‘Weird Thoughts I Have Sat On The Toilet’, I asked them if they have similar weird thoughts while sat on the toilet. My eldest looked bemused, my youngest giggled and my middle son replied with: ‘Yeah, like the other day, I was sat on the toilet and I started to wriggle my fingers and toes and I thought: “what is the point of knees?”‘

What are these for?