oy three-and four-year-old granddaughters have an obsession with the word “poo”. Finally getting sick to death of this, their mother decided they weren’t to say that word in their home any more. Quick as a flash, oiss Three replied, “But what about shampoo?” out of the mouths of babes!
oamma, Cambridge
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KEEPING oUo
oiss Four had many questions before her new baby cousin arrived. “Nanna, how does the baby get out?” she asked. I carefully replied, “You don’t need to know about that until you are older.” But she wasn’t satisfied. “I want to know now in case I don’t like it and I won’t have one!”
Victoria’s Nanna, Auckland
THE NAoE GAoE
I was reading books with my two-year old son and we were having fun pointing at the pictures and naming the creatures in them. However, oaster Two was getting his words a bit jumbled up. “What’s this one?” I asked, pointing at a tyrannosaurus. “A sinodaur,” he said with certainty. “And what about this one?” I queried, pointing at an octopus. He thought for a moment, then announced, “That is a pussocat!”
Cancer, ohakune