My father was contemplating his socks. Ordinary, bright orange socks. The small niece child had been interrogating him on the subject.
"Who bought you those socks? They don't go with anything you wear."At the time she was wearing something floral in pink winceyette and lemon yellow leggings.
In the end she concluded that I must have bought them. I get the blame for all things because I'm "weird." Any conversation I have with her must include the following exchange:
"You bought me rhino poo for Christmas!"
"It had a banana seed in it. Have you sown it yet?"
"You bought me rhino poo for Christmas!"
"It makes the banana grow better."
"I'm not eating bananas that are made out of rhino poo. Rhino poo!"
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"We need to talk about Kevin"
She has a point...ever thought of offering her kopi luwak?
When I was a child, I'd have thought that was a brilliant present.
It's brilliant just as long as you know when the ideal present for a growing girl stops being rhino poo and starts being a My Little Pony or a top-of-the-range smartphone.
I'm with her - apart from the pink and yellow leggings.
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