Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

I saId to my five-year-old grandson: ‘You get bigger every year, arlo, you are going to be very tall.’ Later we were discussing going to stay with Uncle Bob. ‘How old is he?’ inquired arlo. ‘83,’ I replied.

‘How does he fit in his house?’ asked a puzzled arlo. Mrs S. Bloxham, London SW6.