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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Sweet Justice


Loose lips sink ships and any chance of further secret treats: every six year old worth their sugar knows that.
“Quick!” Tracey told Miss6. They were about to pick up our two littlest kids from the daycare centre. “Faster! Use your teeth. Crunch it up.”
After stopping off at the servo, Tracey had purchased them a lollipop each, and now needed all evidence gone before they could leave the car.
Is there anything sweeter than a treat your siblings aren’t privy to? It’s a secret joy for as long as the sugar lasts.
“Have you swallowed it all?” Tracey wanted to know. “Good. Now give me the stick so I can hide it.”
Miss6 is pretty good at this sort of thing, unlike her big sister, Miss9, who takes great pleasure in letting all her siblings know. It might not surprise you to learn Miss6 gets more secret lollipops.
No, Miss6 would never tell. She’s too smart for that. It’s us adults who aren’t too clever.
Inside the daycare centre, Miss3 and Miss1 were, as always, thrilled to be reunited with their mummy and raced over for hugs.
Tracey picked Miss3 up and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Hello, mummy!” beamed Miss3.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Tracey.
Suddenly Miss3 stopped smiling and frowned. She gave Tracey a hard look and asked, “Have you had an iceblock?”
“No,” said Tracey, guiltily.
There was a pause for thought.
“Have you had a snake?” knowing our weak spots.
“Uh-uh,” said Tracey, shaking her head and refusing to open her mouth.
Briefest of pauses.
“You’ve had a lollipop!” declared Miss3. Then she grinned and turned to her little sister. “Yay! We’re having a lollipop.”
So Tracey got to stop at the servo again on the way home.
And Miss6 got to sit quietly in her seat and enjoy her second lollipop of the day.
 When not over here, Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’  Facebook Page.
 ’raising a family on little more than laughs’

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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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