Bigging It Up

The family sat (mum, dad, child and the cat) as they did every Friday for lunch no-one uttered a word, and all that one heard was a fork or occasional crunch. The lad stopped eating chips wiped brown sauce off his lips and said “mum, do you know that last night, I opened my window to let in some air and then had a terrible fright. A beetle the size of an ironing board dropped onto the foot of my bed and above round the light, the size of a kite a moth circled over my head! I pulled up my blanket to under my eyes then felt something was touching my hair and saw, it was scary, a spider, all hairy with legs the size of a deckchair's! “ “Now that's enough son”, said his impatient mum, “ Be quiet and empty your plate, If I've told you once I've told you a million times never to exaggerate”.