“Uncle Tom!” I said tentatively, trying not to breathe through my nose.
“Yes ducky,” he said turning away from the mirror with a big smile plastered over his mush.
“I don’t want to upset you… but you need to wash that beard. It stinks really bad!”
…. Say what you like about me. I’m really good at being sensitive!
Uncle Tom went from beaming a jolly smile to looking quite sad.
He then started sniffing, as if he’d forgotten to smell and was checking what I was telling him.
“You’re right!! He said “I stink worse than one of the Bumblebums poos!!!”… now that was bad!!!
And with that, he rushed off upstairs to wash his beard.