The Boxing Joey

So a few days ago it has been proven that as always my besties versions of life events are far better then reality. Some stories can only be told verbally... like Mrs C's recent birthing experience - most would squeam at that story... I laughed so hard I cried.

Others are so much fun that they should be shared publically...
When I txt Miss LL to advise I was with Master Z at the hospital I may not have given enough details for the whole picture to be realised (I mean, here I was thinking the word hospital would warrent a concerned phone call but noooo... apparently only shoe emergencys have such high esteme... god I love her!).

"Happy birthday to Master D - sorry fb does not work at hospital... kangaroo vs Master Z - k 1, Z 0 :( he has a broken collar bone but is a hard arse so he is dealing well x lu"
Miss LL's mental picture... Master Z using a very witty "yo Mama" joke at Skippy the boxing Kangaroo (from here on out known as Joey) which naturally lead to a good ole bout of fisticuffs (ok - I may have added that part), eventually Joey lands a solid kick in Master Z's shoulder... I am sure that Miss LL has enough faith in my Master Z to have imagimed him punching Joey in the nose a few times or some other manly display of aggression, after all, my man would only go down swinging!

I would love to blame cartoons for this one - which would be valid... but it is much more of a reflection of the amazing world Miss LL has (rightly) created in her head!
Has anyone else had a serious communication breakdown via txt they would like to share?

Ok... So after finishing this post, whilst looking for a photo and chatting to Master Z, I have been informed that