This week’s prompt:
‘….out of the mouths of babes’
This one is dedicated to a particular young lady who will read this and recognise herself.
*Tiddles is a pseudonym to protect the identity of the Siamese cat in question
She was the embodiment of ‘out of the mouths of babes’. Like the time she said she could have white wine aged six because it said so on the label.
‘Where?’ questioned her mother’
‘There!’ she declared, ‘See? Serve Child’.
Or when she told the rather posh neighbour that the cat’s name was Tiddles* but daddy usually called him ‘Cooking Fat’. Or when she told her sister that the big chemist shop in the city sold ‘those things religious people put on their heads’ and then dragged her to the shelf that housed the muslin squares.
Her mother wished she’d logged them in a best-selling book.