Magic sleeve
My sister took my 10-year-old nephew and two of his friends to a magic show. They were all very impressed with the performance, which included rabbits being pulled out of a hat and a disappearing woman. On the way home, one of the boys said, “I wonder where the magician put the lady that disappeared?” My nephew answered knowingly, “Probably up his sleeve.” His friend nodded, apparently satisfied.
T Macdonald, Invercargill
Yellow fellow
My four-year-old grandson was adamant that he wanted to wear his Superman costume to kindy one day. I suggested that he wear it on Costume Day instead. He loudly retorted, “Oh, no! On Costume Day I want to wear a lovely yellow dress. But not a pink one, because that’s for girls!”
Fiona, Auckland
Sew it seams
My brother-in-law bought a pair of jeans that were rather too long in the leg, so my sister set about taking them up for him. She took about four inches off each leg and was very pleased indeed with her sewing skills. However, when my brother-in-law tried them on, he found that one leg had been done twice! My sister and he looked at each other and broke into laughter.
Sue Peters, Auckland
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