I wish I could claim that one of my little darlings had been this funny but I fear I just read the joke somewhere!
'How old are you, Grandma?'
Zac was keen to know.
I suppose he saw me getting
Just a trifle grey and slow.
But I am of the old-school;
I never tell my age
And these days I am shyer still
Having reached a certain stage.
'I've no idea!' I answered,
Sounding a little curt.
The corners of Zac's mouth turned down;
I could tell that he felt hurt.
Then 'I know how to find out!'
The little fellow cried.
'I know where we have to look!'
He really glowed with pride!
'We'll look inside your panties!
Then we'll know your date!
You'll find your age is written there!
6 to 8!'