“We don’t want the Reception children to think that we are saying the F-Word,” Oliver tells me earnestly.  “So when we get to the word ‘fox’,  we’re going to say it like this…FOOOX.  Very clearly.”

“Good thinking, Oliver.  I’m quite sure that, um – Ylvis – would be horrified if anyone thought he was swearing.  Off you go, then.”

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