Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sausages, or … ?

I don’t know whether I should tell you this or not, but, well – I’ve started now: little brother, in his younger days, had nudist tendencies. If Mummy offered him some nappy-free time, he’d jump at the chance, usually straight up from where she’d been changing his nappy.

On one such occasion, Mummy was in the kitchen getting tea ready, when baby brother came running in. His face was a picture of dismay.

“What’s the matter, baby?”, asked Mummy.

“Sorry, mummy – sausages!”, he replied, pointing to the lounge where he had been playing.

I had a peep. Sure enough, in the middle of the room were two brown – well, were they sausages, or …?

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Do I have to grow up?

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Up the creek without batteries

Little brother (two next month – can you believe it?) was piloting a ship in the park the other day. Mummy and I were the passengers. I don’t know where he was taking us, but it was certainly via the scenic route.

“Are we there yet?”, I asked him.

“No, sorry. Run out of batteries. Need new ones”

He jumped out of the ship and tinkered around with something at the back.

“That’s better”, he said, as he scrambled back on board. Some commentary followed, something about fishes swimming around us. Then finally, the news I’d been waiting for.

“We’re here!”, he announced.

“Well,” I remarked to Mummy as we jumped down from the boat and headed for the swings, “he’s quite a one for his imagination.”