Pink Slip

Pia issues a ‘pink slip’ to Sammy for being angry this morning.

Watch Your Diet / What’s Your Diet

Six-year old Sammy likes to tell on Daddy.

Whenever he sees Daddy putting Maggi seasoning, or ketchup, or mayonnaise on his food, he calls out to Mummy: “MUUUUUMMMMYYYY … Daddy’s putting too much sodium on his fooooood.” 

He knows Daddy (like all adults) must watch his sodium intake. 

One day, at lunch, Daddy pours oyster sauce on his food:

Sammy: MUUUUUMMMMYYYY…. Daddy’s putting oyster sauce on his food.

Daddy: Just a little bit, Sammy.

Sammy: Mummy says sodium is bad for you

Daddy: That’s right.  What is sodium?

Sammy: Sugar.

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The Flush

Nothing is more frightening than a flushing toilet.

Well, maybe some things are.

Dominic is eleven, and like most eleven year olds (ha ha), the sound of the toilet flushing terrifies him.  Before flushing the toilet he opens the door and gets ready to scramble away.  When everything is ready and the coast is clears, he presses down on the flush, then scampers away.

If he has to go late at night, when everyone is asleep, then the running is zoomingly fast.  During daytime, it’s more like a hurried walk, keen to get away from the scene of the crime as immediately as possible.  

When we asked him about this a year ago, he said he’s afraid that a witch will appear in the mirror when he flushes the toilet.  Makes sense.

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