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Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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I babysat my niece's two little girls overnight when they were about 2 and 3 years old. Being in the urban wilderness of Brisbane, a nightly occurrence was the visitation of possums dropping down from a Moreton Bay fig tree onto the galvanised iron roof, hoping to cadge a free meal of fruit either from me or the banana, mango or pawpaw trees in the backyard.
The reverberating bangs on the roof as possum after possum landed, followed by their footsteps across the roof terrified the wee ones so, being ever resourceful, I lied to them, went and got some potatoes out and lined them across the back door, promising the girls that the possums' enemy was the potato and they would never dare to come inside if there were potatoes at the door.
Forward on 15 years and my niece recently told me that, for quite a number of years, it was a nightly rule that all doors to the outside at whatever place she was renting had to have potatoes lined up across the doorways. (Hehehe)
I am now teaching one of my grand-nieces the evils of eBay buying - I think she's hooked!
( , Sat 19 Apr 2008, 23:53, Reply)
I babysat my niece's two little girls overnight when they were about 2 and 3 years old. Being in the urban wilderness of Brisbane, a nightly occurrence was the visitation of possums dropping down from a Moreton Bay fig tree onto the galvanised iron roof, hoping to cadge a free meal of fruit either from me or the banana, mango or pawpaw trees in the backyard.
The reverberating bangs on the roof as possum after possum landed, followed by their footsteps across the roof terrified the wee ones so, being ever resourceful, I lied to them, went and got some potatoes out and lined them across the back door, promising the girls that the possums' enemy was the potato and they would never dare to come inside if there were potatoes at the door.
Forward on 15 years and my niece recently told me that, for quite a number of years, it was a nightly rule that all doors to the outside at whatever place she was renting had to have potatoes lined up across the doorways. (Hehehe)
I am now teaching one of my grand-nieces the evils of eBay buying - I think she's hooked!
( , Sat 19 Apr 2008, 23:53, Reply)
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