Chrissy, my neighbour’s little daughter often comes in the shop and sits at my desk to make her own little jewellery. She’s such a cutie, really good with colours & drawing. Usually a bit shy but now that she’s used to me, often strikes up very amusing conversations. Such as:
~ How much are these beads gonna cost? A thousand dollars? (while making a dainty necklace for her Mum.) And you have all these beads Amy. You must be a millionaire!
~ We have two cats. One’s called Ginger Junior and the other is Junior Ginger. They’re both boys. I couldn’t think of some names. Mummy & Daddy couldn’t think. Because they’re both ginger cats. So my friend named them. (And what a good job her friend did too :)!)
~ And this is the best:
– Mum told me there’s a lady who calls her daughter Apple. I don’t believe her. Can you believe that?
– Yes Chrissy, it’s true. This lady is a famous actress. She named her daughter Apple.
– But apple is a fruit, right? Maybe because she wants to eat her? *after a bit of thinking* … Oh I know, she can eat her. And the blood, um… maybe she can drink it. And um… ah… and maybe give the bones to the dog.
At which point I had to jump in & said, “Chrissy that is very scary! Let’s talk about your Mr. Man books. So you borrowed “Mr. Skinny”. How skinny is he?”
True story! 🙂 What an overactive imagination. Poor Gwynnie.
PS: I wonder how long before little Apple gets called “Apple Martini”?