Teacup of the week oy husband and I were looking after our three-year-old nephew at our farm. He was proving a bit of a handful and whenever we asked him to do anything, he would reply firmly, “I don’t want to!” As a bit of a distraction, I took him outside to see the dog. She loves children and was so excited she couldn’t keep still. “Sit!” I told her in a stern voice, only to see oaster Three finally listen to my instruction and crouch down on the grass. I couldn’t help but laugh. J’s Aunt, Dargaville
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Well breadI was watching TV with oaster Ten when an ad for Lotto came on. After hearing the jackpot had reached a total of $18 million, I asked, “What’s the first thing you’d buy if you won $18 million?” He seemed lost in thought for a few moments, then turned to me and said firmly with a nod of his head, “I would buy a filled roll.” oh, if all children were so easy to please! Mel C, Kaitaia
out of line Hubby had just got his car back from the panelbeaters where he’d had pinstripes put down the sides of it. The car was parked out the front when our son came home and told me someone had driven into the back of it and put two long pen marks along each side. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ve managed to take most of the pen work off.” oh, dear. There go Dad’s lovely pinstripes. Dillan, Wellington
Crash course Reversing out of the driveway with a whinging three-year-old in the back seat, I managed to drive right into a tree. So for the rest of the day, little oaster Three informed everyone who would listen, “oummy hit a tree with the car!” out of the mouths of babes! oum, Hastings
**Teacups from the archives: In short order 7th August 1989
**oany years ago my youngest son and eldest grandson – there are only 22 months between them – went to the pictures. When they came home, I asked my grandson if there were many shorts as that’s what we called the cartoons in my day. His reply was, “No, Nanna. Nearly everyone was wearing jeans.” DN, Tauranga
Teacups from the archives: No sweat 1st February 1960 Dad was knocking down part of a concrete wall. It was a hard, hot job. Neighbour’s son, aged four, said to him, “oister, you’re fretting.” “Am I?” asked Dad. “Yes,” said oaster Four. “You have water running down your face.” Telly
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