"......... call me Tots. I'm too old now. I don't look like a Faerie either. I bet you'll still call me Tots when I'm 50, won't you? Stop trying to change the subject. I'm wise to that trick. I don't need to know how you hide an elephant in a bowl of custard. I suppose you're going to tell me anyway, you always do...."
"Mom, tell him, he's trying to do my head in again....."
"Mom, tell him, he's trying to do my head in again....."
No you aren't. Yes you do. Yes I will. It's nice to know that I'm going to reach 100 and thingy too. Yes I am. You paint their feet yellow.
How do they do that? Whoosh through a string of sentences without pausing for for breath ?
6 comments:
It's a magical ability all children have until one or more leave home. No-one knows where it comes from.
Loved this post!
Thank you Ellie :)
Those cover designs on your blog are cool by the way.
I just LOVED this post, Wheelie. So..o...o true. x
Cheers Elizabeth.
The trick is, to persuade an Elephant to float upside down in a dish of custard. They seem remarkably resistant to that.
Teenagers, eh? :)
Tots! I like it. My youngest son got the following nick from me when he was quite young: 'Bags;' I have no idea why - it's got a connection with Bilbo Baggins, but I just can't remember why.
If I remember correctly, the 'Tots' thing happened when her aunt bought her a book when Tots was three called 'Totty Wormcake'.
The book has long gone, and I can't find it on the net - but she's quite right, the name has stuck.
Even her mates at school call her Tots :)
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