Out of the mouths of babes

WHEN my daughter was in primary school, I used to help out in her class on a regular basis, so I am not sure how I didn’t notice her beautiful artwork and its accompanying poem until parents’ evening. It began: ‘My mum’s late, it’s half-past eight and she should have been here at three.’ There were several other accusations (all rhyming with three) and then she finished by saying we always had a chippy tea. None of which was true — honestly! The artwork showed her with her little brother at the school gates with not another soul in sight, and then outside the chip shop. Oh, the shame. Funnily enough, she went on to work for social services in child protection. Mrs H. Taylor, Preston, Lancs.