Mummy! Mummy! At school they called me Farty-Pants. Johnny called me Farty-Pants and then everyone started calling me Farty-Pants! Farty-Pants! I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
Listen, Tommy. All you have to do is say Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me! You say it now!
Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me!
There! So if at school tomorrow they call you names, all you have to do is say:
Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me!
The next day Tommy went off to school. Mummy knew she’d told him a load of crap.
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Mummy had indeed! My memory tells me this, or something similar, featured in your autobiography? I apologise for my poor memory – and I do hope that dim far off rattling of recall is somewhere near correct……
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Thanks, Pauline. I’m not sure… It’s so long since I read my autobiography that I can no longer recall what happened in my life. (Now there’s a quotation for the quotation books!)
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😀 I will make a painting next year and use this quote – it is too good to get lost!! You of course will get a print (whether you want it or not) 🙂 Though of course this is all down to if I remember what I’ve just said……
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I will jog your memory – if I don’t forget!
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🙂 Good luck to us both…..
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My mother told me all sorts of lies. I may tell you about them one day.
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I might not believe you!
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Would I lie?
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Never!
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Sometimes a Mummy should just be a mummy, and clam up! (In a mood to mix metaphors today…)
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That just about wraps it up – in the mummy sense.
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How else could she answer?
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She could have smacked him!
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No s**t.
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What would they want s**t for? Pepper and s**t?
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*hi* You have such a clean blog, Bruce and once you let me start using bad words, there will be no end to it; f-bombs and you name it. S**t is almost an endearment in my house…
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Oh – you are the s**t of the earth!
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I’m going to take that with a grain of *al*
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LOL!
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Naughty mummy. They can’t be trusted.
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True – especially if it’s someone else’s mother…
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Oi! You’ve never been a mummy/mommy! 🙂
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As a Mom, I do remember passing along this load of crap! What else to do? Tell you kid to haul off and smack the offender? Tattle to the teacher? Of course now, in the PC world we live in, tattling would work!
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My mother told me to say it, and (dare I say it) for me it worked… !
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Did she tell you to poke out your tongue at the same time?
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He wasn’t doing the haka!
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Touche
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I’d say that was a splendid advice. There are hints above about whiffs from your autobiography which reminds me of a PDF file somewhere on my notebook. I think I will transfer it to my Kindle now…
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That comment made me laugh!! How quickly the technology progresses, from a Notebook to a Kindle! And on the topic – although it’s password protected – I take it with all your postings, that the Bank is doing assorted acrobatics. You are perhaps on strike?
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Mentally, yes!
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