Teacup of the week oy three-year-old daughter had spent the day at the beach with her mother and came home looking all hot and bothered. “Daddy,” oiss Three told me, “oummy didn’t put enough sunblock on me and now my pinks are all cheek.” Dad, ohope
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**Heavenly hush
**When my son was four, I was having trouble trying to explain to him what happens when a person dies so I told him they go to heaven in the sky. When we emigrated to Australia a year later, it was his first plane ride and he sat in silence most of the way. When I asked what was wrong, he looked up at me and whispered that he didn’t want to disturb the people in heaven. GG, Australia
**out of pocket
**We were a group of elderly ladies enjoying lunch together at a Christmas social. Towards the end of the meal, Aunty, who is 90 years old, started patting her trousers looking for her hankie. Not able to find it, she stood up and, with a struggle, eventually located it on her left side. “That’s funny,” she said, “I usually put my hankie in the right-side pocket.” I don’t think she noticed she had her pants on back-to-front and the right pocket was now on the left! SD Thomas, Auckland
Little runaway oy girlfriend was taking care of oaster Three when he got cross and decided to leave home. He packed his bags and was ready to go. After being reminded not to forget his toothbrush, he was off out the door. They watched him discreetly as he went down their path, preparing to intercept him before he got much further. To their relief he stopped, turned back and knocked on the front door. “What did you forget?” they asked. A worried little face replied, “I forgot my mum.” Peter, email
oessy meal Found oaster Five in the kitchen one morning – eggs, milk and flour on the bench and floor. “What do you call this?” I asked. “Breakfast,” he replied. Sylvia, Tauranga
Teacups from the archives: A wee mix up 14th August 1989 oy friends, a middle-aged couple, had their three-year-old grandson staying for a few days. one morning my friend said to her husband, “I think you should go and see the doctor today, you were wheezing during the night.” “Grandad, Grandad,” said the three-year-old, “even I don’t do it any more, and you still do it at night in bed.” A Friend, Te Puke