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Archives for June 2006

Bitter


Posted in: Princess

This morning, the Princess came running down the corridor to me in floods of tears.

Me: What’s wrong sweetheart?

Her (gasping between sobs): Daddy is torturing me, the big meanie.

Me: What did he do?

Her: The mean old Daddy treated me like Cinderella.

Me: How?

Her: He wouldn’t help me make my jigsaw.

Me: Why not?

Her (she is without guile): Because  he wanted me to eat my breakfast.

Later, while helping her to make the offending jigsaw:

Me: Is there a piece still in the box?

Her (peering inside): We’ll see whether the mean old torturing Daddy left a piece in the box.

Further linguistic confusion


Posted in: Princess

The Princess loves to identify cars. For a while I thought she could identify them side on without even seeing the logo but then I realised that she was identifying them from the hubcaps. This afternoon I drew a diamond shape. It’s like a “rrennot” she said. “A what?” I asked. We continued in this vein for a while with her getting increasingly frustrated. “THE CAR, Mummy”. “Ah, Mummy says rehno”

Infrastructure


Posted in: Mr. Waffle, Siblings, Twins

Since my sister moved to India, Mr. Waffle has developed an interest in matters Indian and he keeps plying me with information.  Apparently it takes 8 days to get something by road from Bombay to Calcutta.  This is, as I pointed out to him, 6 days less than the time it takes Aubert to get a buggy from its depot in Brussels to its shop in Brussels.You may rejoice, should you so wish, our swish new buggy has finally arrived.

Reared in captivity


Posted in: Princess

Me: Sweetheart, you know that school is over for the Summer at the end of the month?

Her: Yes, Mummy and I’m going to go on lots of courses.

Today’s news


Posted in: Ireland, Twins

Rang my mother for a chat but she hung up on me to hear Bertie give a funeral oration at CJ‘s obsequies.  She got back to me quickly.  She felt it lacked grandeur as Bertie cannot pronounce his ths (a fatally common Irish failing – do you wonder why I had years of elocution classes?  Wonder no longer).  I am as shocked that he has died as I was the day I heard Margaret Thatcher was deposed.  I thought that he would go on forever.

In other news, the Dutch Mama has sent me an email containing this line:
“Our Austrian friend is coming to visit on Sunday with her twin baby boys…about a month old now and (I’ve been so looking forward to telling you this) sleeping through the night!! “Mr. Waffle says that travel often upsets small children.  Let us hope for the best.