I remember aged about 5 or 6 whilst on summer holiday at Grandma’s place on the south coast looking up at the sky and seeing all the fluffy clouds, I asked my father what they were made of.
“Cotton wool” was his reply, and as if to anticipate my next question said “you know the cotton wool your Mother uses with your baby sister, that is what gets stuck to aeroplane propellers when flying through the clouds. When they land, they pull it off and bag it up then send it off to Boots”.
For years I believed that .
My favourite response to that awkward question “where do babies come from” is “that is one of life’s great unsolved mysteries, nobody quite knows where they come from….ooh look….there’s a mouse running behind that cupboard over there…”
In an instant the awkward question is avoided whilst little Missy goes hunting for the non existent mouse .
So guys, what whoppers were you told as a child and which porkies have you inflicted upon your own?
Regards,
Jay.
“Cotton wool” was his reply, and as if to anticipate my next question said “you know the cotton wool your Mother uses with your baby sister, that is what gets stuck to aeroplane propellers when flying through the clouds. When they land, they pull it off and bag it up then send it off to Boots”.
For years I believed that .
My favourite response to that awkward question “where do babies come from” is “that is one of life’s great unsolved mysteries, nobody quite knows where they come from….ooh look….there’s a mouse running behind that cupboard over there…”
In an instant the awkward question is avoided whilst little Missy goes hunting for the non existent mouse .
So guys, what whoppers were you told as a child and which porkies have you inflicted upon your own?
Regards,
Jay.