Stranger Danger
*Pop*

Summer 2006 and I'm babysitting two nice and well-behaved children from down the road. We go bilberrying, make muffins and play with k'nex. A happy time is had by all - except our unfortunate milkman.

As often happens in rural places, our delivery of milk that day was accompanied by a bag of plums from the milkman's garden. The milkman is a nice old farmer who usually delivers our milk mid-morning, my family have known him since before I was born. The children I'm babysitting, however, are from a family new to the area and buy their milk from the supermarket. The boy had evidently listened very carefully to morals about children who accept fruit from strangers...

Milkman "A bag of plums for yer"
Me "oh, thank you very mu..
Kid "STOP!"
Me "That's nice of y.."
Kid "STRANGER DANGER!! DON'T TAKE THEM! THEY MIGHT BE POISONED!
Me "Shh! Er, sorry about that, I'm just babysitting these two..."
Kid "THEY MIGHT BE POISONED THOUGH!"

Bless. I did apologise in the end, the milkman didn't seem too offended. Haven't had any more garden produce from him since, though.
( Peapod Has returned to the fold on, Tue 22 Apr 2008, 17:03, Reply)