A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”
That’s pure innocence. But the post title is different. Frankly speaking I don’t know the meaning of that word. I used it because it resembles nonsense. May be “Innovative Nonsense”.
Back to the story. I don’t know what I did when I was child. But I hear a lot when there is family get together. The whole lot of troubles I did. Somehow it makes me proud that there is no menace boy like me. On the other hand it sets an example for the little ones. Most of the time they imitate elders. But I don’t think (True again…), No one will match me.
Children’s are really the inspiration for nonsense. A little time with them helps me increase my quota.