Me:
- 3 years: "Mummy, why don't cattle go in catalogues?"
- 6 years: Observing ice crystals in jelly: "My jelly is isolated".
- 9 years: Playing clarinet: "Plaisir d'Amour must be about crusaders who wore armour".
- 11 years: "Is Trigonometry something to do with guns?"
My brother:
- 2 years: "I'm not a son, I'm a moon!"
- 3 years: "The sky doesn't fall down because the trees hold it up".
- 4 years: "If you get burned you turn into a gorilla."
- 5 years: Busily cutting up paper litter to make confetti: "My arms are getting tired with all this literary stuff".
- 10 years: "People never seem to have obtuse appendix, just acute."
- 11 years: "Today in Science we learned about sour vanilla". (Salmonella)
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