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One day I returned home from a firefighting course with a set of knee pads and my three-year-old son, Callen, asked what they were. “We spend a lot of time on our hands and knees practising search-and-rescue techniques,” I explained. “Mum’s knees get sore, so I use the pads.”
As I was getting ready to bath, Callen asked if he could borrow them. “OK,” I replied.
When I emerged, I spotted my nine-month-old daughter crawling along, the pads secured lovingly to her knees.
Shelley Shelstad
Playing a hand-held video game, my seven-year-old son became frustrated and referred to one of the characters as “stupid.” “That’s not a very nice word,” I said, “perhaps you can pick another adjective to describe the character.”
“Mum,” he said through clenched teeth, “you can’t turn this into school work!”
Sherri Elms
Just before the procession began at a wedding my in-laws attended, a young child sitting near them asked his mother, “When is the persecution going to start?”
Lisa Woelk
I wondered why my six-year-old daughter was so nervous about the parent-teacher meeting. Then her teacher told me that when it was Jenn’s turn to fetch biscuits for break, they’d arrived with a bite out of each. Later I asked Jenn about the incident. “You know, Mummy,” she said, “chocolate chip is my favourite.”
“But why bite every biscuit?” I asked.
“I had to make them all the same,” she replied.
Dianne Matthews
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