Ginger spice
My six-year-old red-headed granddaughter arrived at the breakfast table one morning and happily announced to us that she was proud to be a “ginga”. “Do you know what, Nana?” she said. “When I grow up, I’m going to be a ginger nut!” I think that could very well come true – she’s spicy and spirited!
Rosebud, Manurewa
Hot stuff
Our seven-year-old overheard us debating the pros and cons of burial or cremation. He came to me afterwards
and said he was concerned that his dad wanted to be “incinerated”. I had visions of Dad in the garden incinerator with his legs hanging over the sides!
Steven’s Mum, Masterton
Pro choice
I’m pregnant and my friend’s daughter asked me, “What are you having?” I replied, “I don’t know.” The little girl
then said, “Haven’t you decided yet?”
Vanessa McKay, Christchurch
A-moo-sing tale
We took our three-year-old son to watch the cows being milked. He seemed most impressed until he asked,
“Which one’s got the chocolate milk?”
Vicky, by email
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