Crib Lizards
Crotchfruit, n., a child or children. (Often derogatory.)
As punishment for irregularities with her Canadian visa and seventeen previous lifetimes of evildoing, my sister is substitute-teaching in our home town. Unlike San Franciscans, Irish breeders are keeping up the numbers.
“I taught 30 four-year-old crotchfruits today,” she wrote. “They were ick. They kept wanting to hold my hand. And I think one of them had a yeast infection; she kept scratching herself.”
I passed on this touching story to my co-worker, L.
“Crotchfruitflies?” she speculated.
Thursday, May 4th 2006 at 3:24 am
Crotchfruit is bad enough!
Thursday, May 4th 2006 at 5:20 am
Crotch… , flies…, crib…: Now wasn’t that worth waiting for?
Thursday, May 4th 2006 at 9:58 am
So glad to see you back.
crotchfruit!
Friday, May 5th 2006 at 2:02 am
Welcome back Dervala! I hope we won’t have to wait as long for your next post :-)
Friday, May 5th 2006 at 6:40 am
I’m confused. I though your sister was in India. But there again, confused is my default setting.
Friday, May 5th 2006 at 10:33 am
Hi guys! I have three more half-chewed posts that I’ll work on this weekend. Good to be back.
Saturday, May 6th 2006 at 12:32 pm
You could have asked me first, nutbags all. ;-)
Glad your still all around in plenty.
Sunday, May 7th 2006 at 10:26 pm
Somewhat new to Ireland, I assume crochfruits evolve into gurriers.