Goose Nuts

 

Picture the scene. It's suppertimetime in our kitchen. The boys have polished off their main course.

Me: What do you guys want for pudding?

Johnny: Goose nuts!

Me: What?

Johnny: Goose nuts.

Me: Do you mean gooseberries?

Johnny: No, goose nuts.

Me: Goose eggs? (Not that we have any.)

Johnny: No, goose nuts.

He points across the room and suddenly, the penny drops.

Ah. These will, for evermore, be known in our household as Goose Nuts.

And did you spy them? My felted pebbles? Very therapeutic. Not sure if they are any practical use, however.