Some mothers do 'ave 'em | Now to Love

Teacup of the week I have a beautiful six-year-old granddaughter whose name is Angel. Last year, I secretly painted her portrait from a photo taken two years earlier, and added a pair of beautiful wings as a finishing touch. Well, she loved her painting, and stood studying it thoughtfully. Then she quietly asked me, “Nan, how old was I when my wings fell off?” Nan, Greymouth

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Some mothers do ‘ave ’emI came in from getting the washing to find oaster Two wreaking havoc in the kitchen, while his father and six-year-old brother sat watching TV. As I looked at him with a look only a mother can give, oaster Six watched from his perch in front of the TV and said, “You sort him out – you had him.” Needless to say, any form of discipline went right out the window! oum, Titirangi

Sneaky sheets As we get older, changing sheets and pillowcases on a double bed can be a real effort. When I bought the washing in, there was no sign of the pillowcases. I was puzzled but thought someone must have needed them more than I did. But the riddle was solved when I made my bed the next week and found I’d put the clean ones over the not-so-fresh ones! B Hovell, Auckland

‘C’ is for confused Raising Kiwi-Canadian kids poses a few challenges on the language front. our three-year-old son enjoys hearing a song that the Cookie oonster sings on Sesame Street called “C is for Cookie”. on one occasion I prompted him and asked, “C is for