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Sunday, April 29, 2012

The age of reason

It seems there's a project underway at prep because Miss5 wanted to know how old Tracey was.

"How old do you think I am?" asked Tracey. At a similar age and involved in a similar prep project, Miss8 and Master7 both guessed their mum was a pleasing 17.

"100," said Miss5 confidently.

"Ouch," said Tracey. "That would make me older than Nanny. Who do you think is older out of mummy or Nanny?"


This wasn't going well. Tracey quickly thought of a way to explain she was actually still quite young and beautiful, thank you very much, to our clearly deluded little Miss5. "Who's older out of mummy or Poppy?"


"That's right. And Poppy is married to Nanny, isn't he. And they're both my parents, and I'm your mummy and I'm older than you. So who do you think is older out of mummy and Nanny?"

The gears started turning as Miss5 processed all this information, and then rejected it for the only bit of information of which she was absolutely certain.

"Mummy! Cause you're 100 years old."

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.


His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).


Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.


His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


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