memories at midnight

When my brother John was five, Mammy and Daddy took him to visit Grandad on the farm.
John immediately headed off with Uncle Tom and Uncle Jim to do some farm work.
The Uncles were a bit rough hewn.
When John rejoined the family for tea, Granny put him at the head of the table.
No one suspected that John had already absorbed some of the Uncles' linguistic peculiarities.
Granny put a plate of peas in front of him.
John looked at the peas.
"Bugger!" he said with feeling.
My Dad, who had a more authoritarian tendency in those days, started from his seat.
"What did he say?" cried the Dad.
The Mammy interposed herself between father and child.
"He said bubblecar," she lied coolly.