Today the Princess (much recovered thank you) and I had fun at two unusual locations. Firstly, the musical instruments museum where she danced around the exhibits (hanging on to the handrail) with her headphones on to the amusement of myself and other punters and secondly, Bruxelles les bains where we spent the afternoon at the seaside. Brussels is a two hour drive from the coast but for the next month they have closed off a quay on the canal filled it up with sand (imported from beaches on the north sea) and exotic food stalls and turned it into Brussels on sea.Â The Princess loved it. She was particularly keen on the water feature which was a series of fountains.Â A number of children were running through them in their swimming togs regardless of the chilly weather. The Princess wanted to run through them too and, with help from me, to her enormous delight, she ran before she could walk. We both got a bit damp but only one of us has a sore back.
I decided we would dine at the seaside and I bought a range of goodies which I thought might tempt her highness. She was not impressed.Â She sniffed at the tortilla, pointed out that she had already had a boiled egg today and asked whether I wasn’t worried about her cholesterol levels.Â The empanada was alright she conceded.Â Then she caught sight of an olive. She pointed at it imperiously.Â Being as putty in her hands, I passed it over and held my hand under her chin to catch it when she spat it out (I love the glamour that comes with motherhood).Â To my astonishment she loved it.Â She ate all the olives and lamented when they were gone.Â Is this not odd?Â She is clearly born to be a party girl, she can survive on olives alone.Â All I can say is, I hope she is not ill tonight from a surfeit of olives.
on 26 July 2004 at 12:38
Has she been watching her mother in action by an chance?
on 26 July 2004 at 12:58
DX, do you think they count as a portion of veg? Silveretta, fat chance, alas.
on 27 July 2004 at 00:03
I’m no expert on child pyschology, but could it be that Princess already knows that July in Belgium mean mussels? She was probably expecting mosselen, frieten and a cold Hoegaarden.
on 27 July 2004 at 22:48
FT, um, no, no musssels in a month without an r. Unless, of course you mean Zeeland mussels?