HAIR, HAIR!
Our youngest granddaughter was sitting beside her grandpa when she peered upwards and asked, “Poppy, how come you’ve got no hair on your head?” Teasing, he replied, “When I was young, I got in a fight with some naughty boys and they pulled it out!” Bella Rosie remarked, “And then they poked it up your nose?”
J Costello, Auckland
A LITTLE ARITHMETIC
My niece came to visit and I asked how old she was. “I’m 11,” she replied. “But you were only five last year,” I said. Her reply? “Five last year and six this year – that makes 11!”
R Antwell, November 23, 1981
BONE-HEADED
I called into a new supermarket to buy some bones and have a look around. But, like many others, I also bought…
