Anyway, ask the older one what he's thinking about and his answer could be anything from 'the cooling system of a diesel-electric locomotive' through to 'Jesus's wee wee' (followed by howls of hysterical laughter).
Ask the younger one what he's thinking about and he'll probably just shout 'NO' in your face. You have been warned.
One thing they seem to think about a lot is Lady GaGa.
I don't think they actually know that much about Lady GaGa but they think her name is almost as hilarious as wee wee or even (the most hilarious word to small boys of all time) 'boobies' (which leads to me giving them some 'right on' lecture about how boobies are not funny, they are part of a woman's body, they are the vessels to suckle the next generations, they are miracles of mammalian evolution etc etc etc but yeah at the end of the day boobies are actually still hilarious and will fascinate the male of the species for all eternity. I give up. Keep laughing kids. You're gonna need to).
So they talk about Lady GaGa a lot. Way too much actually.
They also seem to think she might actually be a mannequin.
As in a shop mannequin.
This makes shopping even more stressful than it already is (which is Very with a capital V).
Every mannequin they spot they scream 'THERE'S LADY GA GA!' and of course people turn round and stare (just in case The Ga Ga has decided to pop into Asda for a jumbo sausage roll and 24 snack eggs).
And then the kids roar with laughter and I (why me!?) gets evil looks from the deluded public.
Even worse is when you are in the sort of shop that has non-standard mannequins (i.e they are not just your basic pink over-sized Barbie).
This leads to screams such as:
'There's Lady GaGa and her head's fallen off!' (what IS it with the headless mannequins? M&S do a fine line in these).
'There's Lady GaGa and she's a man' (well there were rumours)
'There's Lady Ga Ga and she's gone all black'
The public are ever more confused. I am ever more embarrassed.
The zenith of the Lady GaGa shame came (once again) in Asda.
Whilst trying on something dubious which involved no straps (what was I thinking? Grief clouds the mind) both mine and my children's interest was piqued by the conversation in the cubical next door.
Lady 1: 'Oh eee's luverly in't eee?' (this is a curious West Country thing I'd actually forgotten about until I moved back - calling inanimate objects 'he' and assigning them personalities. You could be talking about your new girdle and it would be a 'he' and he could be a 'real gem').
Lady 2: 'Do you reckon? I'm not sure? It's a bit modern'.
Lady 1: 'Ohh yeah but he's after that Lady Ga Ga in ee? You could BE Lady Ga Ga in that. You could BE HER!'.
Lady 2 (soundly distinctly unsure): 'Do you really reckon?'.
My kids: LADY GA GA! LADY GA GA! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Me (muttering darkly): Be quiet or I'll take you outside and lock you in the car.
My kids: With the windows shut?
Lady 1: 'Oh yeah - you are the SPIT of Lady GaGa! You gotta get it!'.
My eldest: 'Mummy - Lady Ga Ga is in there! Can we go and look?'.
Me (thinking 'don't make threats you can't follow through on): 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' (whilst wrestling myself out of unfortunate strapless item and grabbing both their collars to ensure they don't try and duck under the dividing wall and into the 'GaGa's' booth).
But truthfully my interest was aroused. The last time I looked George at Asda weren't pushing the boundaries of fashion with the likes of:
Though maybe they should. I'm tempted. Especially by the first one. I used to do a fine line in balaclavas (but that's another story and no, I wasn't robbing banks).
Of course I hung around to catch a look at Somerset's own GaGa but let's just say the similarities between the two started and finished with the fact they are both women. If the GaGa gains 200lbs, ages a couple of decades, decides to razor cut her hair into a mullet and cultivates a taste in white velour and an evil glare then maybe - but even then, she was pushing it.
If I was disappointed, the kids were devastated:
Original Son: Oh mummy! THAT'S not Lady GaGa! She's all.......
Me: RIGHT MOVING ON - WHO WANTS CHOCOLATE!
Lady GaGa she might not have been, but good in a fight I'm sure she was was and I for one did not want to end up brawling on the floor of Asda.
You have to draw the line somewhere.