Sunday, July 31, 2005

Boss: Mum, can I have a duck biscuit?

Me: A what?

B: A duck biscuit.

Me: *Not quite sure I was understanding him* A duck biscuit??

B: Yeah

Me: A duck biscuit??

B: Yeah

Me: What's a duck biscuit??

B: You remember? We had dem the udder day?

Me: No.

B: You remember?

Me: No.

B: You not remember the duck biscuit with the paper on?

Me: *Conversation getting more bizarre* No

B: You not remember the duck biscuit the udder day?

Me: It had paper on???

B: Yeah. You remember now?

Me: No.

B: You not remember the duck biscuit and it had paper on and it had chocolate inside and you said "wipe your hands" and it went all round my gob??

Me: *Lightbulb goes on* Ooooooooh!.... You mean a "Penguin biscuit"

B: Yeah. Dat's the one. Silly my billy...



We now call them duck biscuits...

2 Comments:

At 1:13 pm, Blogger merry said...

:))

 
At 8:59 pm, Blogger daedalus said...

Having tea with my 7 year old girl the other evening; mum had made an elaborate stir-fry from things they had got at the market. I pointed to some golden yellow cubes on our plates and asked her what it was.
"Smash" she replied.
"Smash?" questioned I.
"Smash" she confirmed.
"Do you mean 'squash?" I offered.
"That's it!" she said

 

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