We'd just got back from a long hot trip, and I stood watching daddy have a long cold drink next to the sink.
He downed one glass of squash, and I watched tolerantly as he gulped down a second. But as he started on a third glass, this of water, I became concerned.
"Don't drink all that, Daddy", I said, worriedly, "you'll get drunk!"
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
To what shall I compare thee?
I was stood in the bathroom with Mummy as she dried herself after a shower the other morning.
"Mummy", I piped up, "your hair is like a cow's udder".
Mummy looked up at me, puzzled.
"Why?", she asked, as she grabbed a pony-tail of her hair, and gave it a twist.
"Because when you squeeze your hair, water comes out; and when you squeeze a cow's udder, milk comes out."
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