I was pretending to bite the Princess on the arm for comic effect, she squealed in delight and then suddenly lost interest. She said to me coldly “stop it, Mummy, I’m not for eating”. What are you for then, sweetheart?” I asked, slightly maliciously. She rolled her eyes and said “I’m for talking”.
Princess
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
And then again, possibly not. Please see the Princess on video admonishing her students in the language of Voltaire.
In other news, as of yesterday, I am no longer breastfeeding. The boys have tired of beating dry gourds and even Michael has definitively moved to bottle. No more business trips with the breast pump then.
And finally, I bought wild boar in the supermarket this morning. Why? Because it was there. Do I regret this? Deeply. How long does it need to be marinated before it can be eaten? Five days. Sigh.
Double standards
What I may not want to hear my children saying when I am old:
She loves it, really.
She’ll have stopped crying 5 minutes after we walk out the door.
It’s good for her socialisation skills; I’m sure it wouldn’t be good for her to be at home all the time.
I like to see her making friends with all those other people; it’s just a pity they all seem to catch each other’s bugs.
The staff are great; you can tell that they really like old people.
I’m glad to see that they haven’t got a television; it’s great that they’re devising games and songs for them instead.
Good God, am I paraphrasing a Cat Steven’s song here?
Not for vegetarians
Princess (staring at a glassy eyed fish on a marble slab): That fish is dead.
Me: Yes it is honey.
Her: Bad for the fish.
Me (neutrally): Hmm, I suppose.
Her: But good for us.
Jiminy Cricket, or the Voice of Conscience
Late afternoon
Her: Is it Sunday?
Me: Yup, why?
Her: Hell’s bells, we forgot to go to mass.
Kerry
Her: Mummy, I want to live in Kerry.
Me: I know sweetheart we had a lovely time with the beach and the garden and your grandparents and your cousin and your aunties and uncle. Tell me, what did you like the best?
Her: The biscuits.