Chatterbox 11: Ned Kelly

Conversation with a six-year-old:
The famous bushranger gets a little makeover

6-year-old: Who’s that?
Me: Ned Kelly
6-year-old: Did he die?
Me: Yes, a long time ago
6-year-old: Did he die in the 1980s or 1930s?
Me: A bit longer ago then that
6-year-old: The 1950s? … is he famous?
Me: Yes, for robbing people and standing up to authority
6-year-old: I’m going to draw a rainbow Ned Kelly
Me: He would’ve liked that sweetheart

Magic hands

Recently received a gift in the post from a kind and thoughtful friend. It came packaged via a warehouse from somewhere in the world. The curious item above somehow got caught up amongst the packaging. Definitely the best hands I’ve ever been dealt.

Us

‘We aren’t family, but we come a pretty good second’ a kindergarten teacher told me.

We first meet flesh and blood, in the approximate order of: mother, father, sister, brother, grandma, grandpa, cousins big and small. Then we go on to meet Sophia and Mia, Hugo and Lexi, Morrissey, Remi, Benny and Tom. And our cohort becomes an extension of family, the only relations we know. This is a drawing by our favourite 6-year-old. It’s all 21 classmates drawn and labelled in a kind of family tree, albeit one with a very flat hierarchy. We are all brothers and sisters when we are six.