BY CARMEL BENDON DAVIS
“Guess what, Mummy?” my five-year old gasped as we arrived home after her second day of school.
“Ah, you made a new friend?” I suggested.
“Better than that. Mrs Brown gave us homework, just like the really, really, really big kids.”
“Wow. How grown-up. Tell me what you have to do?”
“Well ... it’s very tricky. We learnt about all kinds of Australian animals today, and we all had to choose one. And guess which one I chose? You’ll never guess. So look, Mummy, I’m giving you a big clue,” she said, crouching down on the kitchen floor, little elbows bent in close to her body and the little fingers on both hands outstretched and pointing towards the ceiling.
“Mmmm, something spiky, I think.”