My husband and I refer to all meat as chicken to keep our young picky eaters from refusing other meat.

We realised the folly of this plan when, as we drove past a pasture of grazing cattle while travelling to visit my parents’ farm, six-year-old Megan piped up from the back seat and asked, “Mum, are those the cows that make chicken?”

Julie Rowe

 

Karen, my daughter, and her three young children were flying off for a holiday.

Four-year-old Mattea listened intently as Karen carefully explained how chewing gum can relieve pressure in your ears.

As gum was shared, Mattea asked for more. Her mother refused, as Mattea often swallowed her gum.

“Well then, what do I put in my other ear?” Mattea asked.

Marilyn Norris

 

It was a routine checkup with the family doctor for my three sons. My eight-year-old wiggled and giggled throughout the examination. Finally he lay on his back while the doctor listened to his heart, moving the stethoscope left and right, up and down, to check all four chambers.
He looked puzzled. “Don’t you know where it is?” he asked.

Denyse Griffith

 

When my seven-year-old daughter arrived home from school, I gently told her that her hamster had died and gone to heaven. “No, he didn’t,” my four-year-old daughter corrected me. “He’s really in a plastic bag in the freezer!”

Helen Shone