Out of the mouths of babes

I HAD taken my two granddaughters, aged six, to the panto and in the theatre foyer was a glass case with a skeleton in it. (There had been a Shakespeare play on). The girls pressed their noses up against the glass to peer closely. One said: ‘Nanny, how do you know if it’s a man skeleton or a lady skeleton?’ Before I could reply, the other one said: ‘Well if it was a lady skeleton I expect she would be wearing lipstick,’ which I suppose is quite logical really. mrs Sylvia Seeley, nuneaton, warks.