The Secret Pony

Lilly came to me today and read me her partially completed story.

“What else should I write, Daddy?” she asked.

And I replied, “Kids understand magic when they’re your age, but as they grow up most adults forget about it. So I’m not the best person to ask about what to write. You know much more about magic than what I do”.

“But what about Doctor Seuss and Mem Fox”, Lilly retorted. (She’s very astute for her age).

“Ahhh. Doctor Seuss and Mem Fox never forgot what it was like to be a kid”, I answered. “That’s why they’re both so good at what they do”.

Seems like I’ve got a lot of “remembering” to do. Adults are so boring, and such a large part of our lifespan is devoted to being “grown up”. Childhood is so brief….

So brief it makes me want to cry at the tragedy of it all.

“The Secret Pony by Lilly Ennis

Onec upon a time there lived a butyful
girl named cloe. One day when cloe was in the
garden picing strorbries she
found a secret passag throe the garden. it was so butyful. So she wen throe it.
When she got to the end of the secret passag sge sore a pony. It was so butyful.
It had long heir and sparkerling blue eyes. The pony gace her lots of spechal
yummy treats. They played together to but the most imporint thing is that there
friends. The End.”

Don’t forget how to be a kid, Lilly. Once you forget, it’s a long time being a grown-up.

"Jhon and the Tooth Fairy" by Lilly

Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Jhon. Jhon really wanted his tooth to come out but it wasn’t going to come out. He tride and tride to pull it out but it still didn’t come out.

But one night when he was eting dinner he felt somethink wead (wierd) in his mouth, His tooth came out. He was so iksited. When he went to bed he put it under his pillow and the tooth fary came. She gave him two dollas.

The next day when he woak up he saw that his tooth was goan (gone).

He saw his two dollas. At school he spent it on tuckshop. He bort himself a slush puppy. It was dallishus.

The End.

“Jhon and the Tooth Fairy” by Lilly

Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Jhon. Jhon really wanted his tooth to come out but it wasn’t going to come out. He tride and tride to pull it out but it still didn’t come out.

But one night when he was eting dinner he felt somethink wead (wierd) in his mouth, His tooth came out. He was so iksited. When he went to bed he put it under his pillow and the tooth fary came. She gave him two dollas.

The next day when he woak up he saw that his tooth was goan (gone).

He saw his two dollas. At school he spent it on tuckshop. He bort himself a slush puppy. It was dallishus.

The End.

Fun with genetics


Party sparklers on steroids. Lawnton on a Saturday night 🙂12seconds.tv

“What’s a sparkler bomb got to do with genetics”, you ask.

Towards the end, after the “sparkles” there’s a whispery high pitched laugh, a bit like “Mutley” on 70’s cartoon “Whacky Races”. That’s me. But what’s wierd is it’s how my Dad laughs too, especially at something “Naughty”. I’m sure if he had popped over here last night, we both would have been laughing like this!

I love Dad, so it’s always fun to discover something else I have in common with him.

Oh, and by the way, well done on the fireworks boys! The neighbors probably think we’re forcing down the price of real estate in the area, but you demonstratred a good grasp of physics and chemistry to pull off such a spectacular display.


Part time models – Youtube

And Jonno, my son, I’m really proud of your most recent bass guitar performance on this video. Nice to know we share some music genes, although yours seem to have mutated from Jazz into Heavy Metal.

I should mention that your bass guitar broke shortly before this performance, so you were playing on a totally unfamiliar instrument.

Well done mate.

Genetics can be nightmarish at times, but I think these two videos demonstrate that it can be fun too!