20 YEARS FROM NOW.
Me: So darling, do you want ham or pickles on your-
Radio: Alright you old Directioners.
Me: OH MY GOD!
Daughter: Not again..
Radio: Here's a classic for you. Little
things.
Me: Turn it up!
Daughter: Sh/t..
Radio: 'Your hand fits in mine like its made
just for me..'
Me: AHH!
Daughter: Mum, stop it. Get off the floor.
Husband: What's all this ruckus? Oh hey,
I'm on the radio.