Princess : Pees, pees.
Me: Sweetheart, would you like some ehm toast?
Princess: No (more insistently) pees, pees.
Mr. Waffle: Tu veux un biberon?
Me: No, she knows how to ask for a bottle.
Princess: Bockle, bockle, bockle.
Rush for the kitchen, Princess is presented with a bottle which she angrily dashes from the hand that feeds her.
Princess: Pees, pees, pees.
Me: Would you like some frozen peas? (She does sometimes, honestly).
Princess (in mounting volume and indignation): NO, pees, pees, pees.
She points imperiously to the cupboard.
Mr. Waffle: Tu veux un biscuit?
Princess smiles and nods. Biscuit is produced. She dashes it to the floor.
Princess: Pees, pees, pees. Points imperiously to cupboard where breakfast cereal is kept.
Me (hopefully): Rice krispies sweetheart?
Princess (vigourous head nodding): Yes, oui, yeah, pees.
on 06 November 2004 at 12:32
Ah, you’re just bitter because of pog. Am I right in my understanding of your last post? You went to Limerick to be cheered up? Are you mad, man?? And I note that it is your blogging birthday. Happy anniversary. 
on 06 November 2004 at 12:50
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Comment Modified) Pog shmog…. I get over women easily. It’s getting out from under, without waking anyone that’s the ?1m challenge…
😉
And Limerick is grand in small doses; once or twice every ten years or so seems to work well for me…
on 06 November 2004 at 17:31
I guessed rice krispies immediately. Can’t understand why it wasn’t obvious to everyone.
on 07 November 2004 at 19:24
I thought maybe she wanted a pea under her matress to prove she was a true princess..
on 08 November 2004 at 09:56
Bobble, regret your difficulties, did you too have trouble getting your breakfast cereal of choice from idiot parents? FT, you Americans are so smart. Lauren, I like that.
on 08 November 2004 at 10:25
No my boyfriend delivered my breakfast of choice superbly (fruit museli) but my communication was not up to much with the polish builders who are making my life hell at the moment.
on 08 November 2004 at 10:50
Ah, alas, poor Bobble. I have been reading about your travails.
on 08 November 2004 at 12:40
Nice abbreviation from the Princess ….
And as for you, doc – ‘pog schmog’?
I’m gutted.
on 08 November 2004 at 13:52
No, no, pog, you’re not gutted, you’re absolutely indifferent to him. Also you know that deep down he adores you and would come back to you in a heartbeat if only you would have him.