Grindling #1 was proudly showing how he’d learnt to make a booklet from a single piece of paper. When asked who taught him he replied, “A relief teacher taught me.”
“I didn’t know relief teachers could teach you anything.”
“Yes they can, they can teach whatever the other teacher tells them.”
“When I went to school, relief teachers didn’t teach anything”
“But Daddy you went to school in the olden days”
Mrs G took the kids to town on the train today to visit the museum. The Adelaide museum is now much more correct than in ‘the olden days’.
[Of course here in Adelaide we don’t dedicate enough exhibition space
to Dreamtime Inc and the SA Museum needs to commit a majority of the place
to Aboriginal Culture. Fortunately tucked away in a small corner here and there were a few of the less PC favourites such as mummies and pyramids and the like.]
Grindling #1 has always been a troubled soul – worrying too much about inconsequential matters (and no doubt will have his own blog before too long).
He chose to wear his white New York City t-shirt. He justified his wardrobe selection to his mother on the way in to town, “I’m wearing this shirt because its white, so if I fall off the train the train driver will see me.”
At the age of six, I don’t recall having the same troubles on my shoulders. Things must have been different in the olden days.