
Niamh never fails to amaze and amuse me.
Niamh — “Papa, can you rub my feet?”
Yes, why?
“I think one of my toes is missing.”
“Gran, will you buy me a make-up set?”
Niamh, you don’t need make-up
“OK, just get me shoe polish.”
Asked what lessons she had at school today:
“The teacher told us about sex.”
Oh…. What was that about?
“You know, carrots and lettuce and stuff.”
(I didn’t pursue this any further…)
Looking at a globe of the world:
Can you show me where Africa is Niamh?
After some hesitation, she pointed out the window and said,
“It used to be over there.”
“Papa, can I ask a personal question?
Eh… Sure
“Was your mummy bald?”
No, why do you ask?
“Oh, just wondered.”