Oh my!! That was a funny one. Love kids when they are trying to use words they have heard but don't really know the meaning of.

CaroL

OK, wonder if they will see Easy As Falling Off A Bike or Snafu if they ever read any stories, here?

Stanman May Your Light Forever Shine

The expression, "Out of the mouths of babes..." springs to mind. There's Trish, absorbing information like a sponge, yet not having the background knowledge to completely process it.

As I was reading this Bikesode, I had childhood memories of a series of articles in a religious magazine my mother used to receive. The items were called Mickie Daly's Diary, and although they're now exceedingly old, there's a gentle humour about youngsters growing up in a Roman Catholic environment. Here's a snippet:

One day in 1942 the gang was playing in a remote corner of the school yard when ‘we found that sumone - like there jolly cheek! - had thrown some rubish into the corner. Their were some jam tins, some treekill tins, a rustie frying pan and an old sorspan. They should be proserkuted for throwing rubish in our school-yard.’ The lads duly decided to play Air-Raids and donned various pots and tins on their heads. Predictably, Mickie's got stuck when it slipped down over his face. ‘Now I don't know if the sorspan contrackted with the heat or if my head swelled with the heat. Am I a syintist? But when I tried to take off the sorspan it was stuck fast on my unforchewnite hed.’ After resisting the efforts of removal by Sister Pawl and Sister Allerwishes (who at least was gentle) medical help was sought and the doctor was finally successful.

Thanks A+B+I (Veggie Lasagne): despite her prodigious abilities, it's evident that Trish still has a long way to go. I also enjoyed the way that our authors managed to poke fun at themselves in this installment.

Probably Sentimental

OK, not literally, but that episode had me laughing even more than most. The conversations between the adult members of the household can get surreal enough, but the interplay between the three girls and Cathy just took the biscuit. I can certainly imagine in a few more years time Trish being able to join in and understand the surreal topic drift that often occurs in conversations involving Stella or Simon.

Meanwhile, Trish discovering BCTS and reading both Gabysodes and Gaby fanfics written by our esteemed author... at least it's very unlikely we'll find out Trish is ghost-writing this tale...

(Aside: yes, I'm back - after spending most of the past fortnight offline and car-hunting, I'm back - so hopefully will be able to resume commenting and updating that spreadsheet... in amongst catching up on the gazillion other stories I've missed!)
 

I suspect that I spent quite a bit of time standing in a corner for giving my father some lip or for showing him up. Even as a young boy I was better at map reading and land navigation than he was. Imagine that, a boy better at reading a topo map than an Officer in the Army Corps of Engineers... Oh, I also probably spend some of that time in the corner because as the oldest of 4 I "should have known better."