One of the real joys of being around small children is to tell the outrageous utter ridiculous lie and be believed.
The look of wide eyed wonder or solemn understanding is a pleasure to behold.
Let’s be clear about this - we are in the world of MEN here.
It’s the natural domain of fathers, grandfathers, uncles, even the imaginative big brother.
Women can’t do it - anymore than they can throw or catch.
They will say “ that’s cruel” ( oh get a sense of humour love), they just don’t get it.
Here’s what I mean.
When our daughter was 8 she came upon me enjoying a glass of pastis (could have been Pernod or Ricard...) Seeing my pleasure she asked if she could try it.
I (naturally) let her ( before anyone goes off on one it was only a TINY sip).
Her: “That’s nice! What’s it made from?”
Me: “well you know they make wine by squeezing the juice from grapes?”
“well this is made by squeezing the juice from liquorice allsorts”...
Another example: (I wish I could claim this as my own)...
When we lived in Hackney east London, a chap a few doors down regularly took his grandchildren away for short holidays to a caravan he had in Kent.
He always went through the Blackwall Tunnel or over the Woolwich Ferry.
When he got to the other side of the river he would tell the children that they were now...
You have to admire that.
Christmas lunch - AIBU?
Questions about my finances - bad manners?
Other people using my toilet - do you let them?