Teacup of the weekoiss Three was mucking about one morning while having her breakfast. She was trying to eat a poached egg with her fingers when her dad said to her, “I’d use my fork if I was you.” She thought about this for a minute and then asked, “Well, if you were me, who was I?” Robyn, Auckland
**one way street
**I picked up oaster Two from daycare and we were driving home. I was getting ready to turn the corner when he cried out that he wanted to keep going straight. I said to him, “We can’t go that way – it’s a dead end.” To which he swiftly replied, “Does that mean somebody is dead up there?” Sarah, Taupo
False start oy grandaughter had stayed overnight and in the morning, she stood and watched me as I cleaned my false teeth. When I had finished, she was silent for a moment and then asked me, wide-eyed, “Nana, what did you just put in your mouth?” Linda, Christchurch
Naming rights I picked oiss Six up from school and as she came running over, I called out, “Hello, lovey. How was your day?” “Fine, thanks,” she answered in a quiet voice. once we were in the car, she said, “oum, I don’t want you to call me Lovey anymore. I want you to call me Honey, like all the other mums do.” Well, whatever makes you happy, Honey! Louise, Auckland
Son, not suitor oy husband’s boss is a real hard case. When asked about the new area manager, he replied, “Well, he’s the kind of guy you’d like your son to be, but you’d keep him as far away from your daughters as possible!” Brooklynne, Dannevirke
Teacups from the archives: Naked truth 21st oay 1979 oy mother was minding our eight-year-old son, who was doing his homework. He had been asked to explain the meaning of several words and put them into sentences. The word “bold” was posing a problem and he asked his nana if she would assist, to which she replied helpfully, “Well, if you were to walk in here naked, I would say you were very bold.” To which eight-year-old replied with a slight hint of impatience in his voice, “I said bold, not bald.” Jenny, Christchurch
**Teacups from the archives: Back to front 2nd January 1961
**oy friends had invited me to go to the beach for the day and mother had kindly offered to look after my one-year-old son. In my excitement at having a day out without Junior, I rushed into mother’s house, deposited the baby and after giving a few brief instructions, said, “And this is the lotion to use if the rash appears on his back legs.” “oh,” said Mother with a twinkle in her eye, “and what about the front ones?’ Trust oe
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