Pametna punca!
I was out walking with my 4-year-old daughter. She picked up something
off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item
away from her and I asked her not to do that. “Why?” my daughter
asked. “Because it’s been on the ground, you don’t know where it’s
been, it’s dirty and probably has germs” I replied. At this point, my
daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Mummy, how do
you know all this stuff?” “Uh,” I was thinking quickly. “All mums know
this stuff. It’s on the Mummy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t
let you be a Mummy.” We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes,
but she was evidently pondering this new information. “OH… I get
it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the
daddy.” “Exactly” I replied with a big smile on my face.