Incredibly funny anecdotes:
Age 4:
Mom: “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
Me: “Ass to not”. Couldn’t pronounce astronaut
Mom: “Why”
Me: Land on Sun. (still fascinated by Sun)
Mom: “Can’t land on Sun. Way too hot”
Me: “Know it’s hot. Will land at night. Take Moon along, as well”!
Age 8:
Cooking lessons to try culinary expertise. Bad news, had to eat what we cooked. I was assigned boiled eggs, hot dogs. Placed recipe in oven, curiously walked to another area where aromas were tantalising. Until plumes of black smoke rising from neglected oven abruptly ended reverie. Only a small fire, so much smoke from 4 incinerated hot dogs? Fire alarms, ensuing evacuation, early dismissal of class! Time for ice-creams, too hot!
Age 10:
Submission day for science project. Marked in final results. All turned in assignments, except me. My adorable dog scratched, tore, maybe ate project-work on day of submission! 3 months of hard work gone in a flash, tearful. No, totally hysterical. Naughty, nasty dog. Teachers just didn’t believe excuse. Scored a perfect duck ‘0’ in science. Lowest ever score in educational history!
Miss super special school days…