Monday, November 26, 2007
Smelling pistakes: another happy memory of childhood
Sally McKeown (aka my mum), casts an eye over the profane graffiti on the bedroom wall, then turns to face the two potential culprits: Daniel and Katelyn, both very young indeed.
MUM: Daniel, how do you spell "bugger?"
ME: (Slowly, but accurately) Er, B-U-G-G-E-R
MUM: Ok. Katelyn, how do you spell "bugger?"
KATE: (looking panicky) B-U-G-E-R?
Mum has another look at the scrawl on the wall. It reads:
fuck
shit
buger
MUM: Katelyn, clean this wall.
***
Whilst my sister Katelyn and I are very much alike in most respects, there are a couple of key differences between us.
Firstly, she always had more problems with authority than I did.
Secondly, I'm better at spelling.
And thus justice was served.
MUM: Daniel, how do you spell "bugger?"
ME: (Slowly, but accurately) Er, B-U-G-G-E-R
MUM: Ok. Katelyn, how do you spell "bugger?"
KATE: (looking panicky) B-U-G-E-R?
Mum has another look at the scrawl on the wall. It reads:
fuck
shit
buger
MUM: Katelyn, clean this wall.
***
Whilst my sister Katelyn and I are very much alike in most respects, there are a couple of key differences between us.
Firstly, she always had more problems with authority than I did.
Secondly, I'm better at spelling.
And thus justice was served.
