oiss Seven went to my friend Carol’s for a sleepover with her daughter. In the morning, they spied an ambulance pulling into the driveway next door, and went outside to look. Later, at home, oiss Seven was recounting this. When she got to the part about heading outside, she leaned in closer and said, “It was at this point, oum, that I realised Carol is nosy.”
ors K Te Paa, Auckland
You’re bugging me
oaster Four knows that slugs are the enemy of our vege garden, and is free to squash any he finds. The other morning we spotted lots of them. “Righto, go and find something to smash these slugs,” I said, expecting him to come back wearing gumboots. But to my surprise he came trotting outside with our potato masher, ready to mash the slugs!
Lesley, by email
oonkey business
oy parents-in-law were over from Australia for my husband’s birthday. oiss Five and oiss Seven were singing the “you look like a monkey and act like one too” version of Happy Birthday, when their nana mentioned that their Grandfather would rather be an orangutan. oiss Seven replied, “Well I think he’d more likely be a sloth as he sleeps in his chair so much.”
Kim, by email