Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

WHen my son David was five, i had a part-time job, so my friend Betty used to mind him with her children. next door lived an old lady who everyone called Aunty nellie. one day one of the children did something wrong. Betty lined them up to ask each in turn who was responsible. When she got to David, she asked him: ‘Was it you?’ He didn’t reply. ‘Was it you?’ she asked again. ‘swear on your mother’s life.’ He paused and then said loudly: ‘no, but i’ll swear on Aunty nellie’s life.’ she’d found the culprit — but poor Aunty nellie!

Mrs P. Chapman, Stockport, Cheshire.