Nana nose best
Our two-year-old grandson was staying the night with us. When I put him to bed, I noticed he was a little hot and flushed. He seemed quite happy, though, and went to sleep like a little lamb. Next morning, Master Two came
out in his PJs and in an agitated voice cried, “Nana, my nose is melting.” The poor wee man had his first cold!
P Smith, Invercargill
Caught short
I hadn’t seen my seven-year-old granddaughter since getting my hair cut rather short. “Oh, Nana,” she exclaimed
when she saw me. “What’s happened to your face? It’s got long.” I answered, “I’ve had my hair cut.” But Miss Seven was still concerned. “And what about all these line things?” she asked. I think my next hair cut will be just a trim – and not for some time!
Niamh's Nana, Hamilton
Wise ways
While my husband and I were visiting our daughter in Melbourne, she and her father were debating as to which freeway exit would be best for us to take. From the back seat, our grandson Master Six piped up, “Mummy, listen to your father – he is a very old man!” Needless to say, laughter drowned out any insult.
E Faulkner, Kerikeri
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