Bl**dy kids

"Dad, can I have some money?" asked my 13-year-old son today as he headed for the door.

I said, "It depends, where are you going?"

"To see a girl." he replied,

"Oh yeah," I winked, handing him a tenner, "And who exactly is this girl?"

Spoiler:

"She's the cashier in the shop where I buy my fags." he replied.