Me: Michael, how would you survive, if there were no corn flakes, what would you live on?
Him: Rice Krispies.
Youngest Child
Not Very Free Range Children
We went to the Natural History Museum which is a small museum where the children have been a couple of times before. At the door, I said, “You can go where you want inside the museum, but don’t go outside. If you need me, I will go to the book corner when I have finished looking around.”
The Princess pushed her brothers forward, “Go on, let’s enjoy our small slice of freedom pie.”
Project Work
The boys were recently assigned their first school project. Each child had to pick an Irish county to write about. Daniel, still fascinated by the Battle of the Boyne, picked Meath. He did some research on his chosen county. He wrote about the Hill of Tara and the stone of destiny at the top.
“You know,” I said, “I’ve never been up the Hill of Tara, we should go this weekend.” Whereupon the Princess moaned with acute, though deplorable, insight, “Don’t make us, it will be a long walk up a hill in the rain and when we get there the stone will be titchy.” I know that this is true but I am still going to make them do it; if only the weather would improve just a little bit. I have a new Portuguese colleague at work and she is in daily astonishment at the awful weather and refuses to believe that it could be worse in Cork but it is. I digress.
Michael meanwhile chose to do his project on Cork. “Why did you choose Cork?” I asked beaming with pride. “Because there was nothing else left and I knew you would know lots about it.” My pragmatic though not notably tactful child. One of the things he stuck to the chart was a picture of UCC the university in Cork with which my family has a long association. On the front he had written, “Lift the flap to find a fact.” Underneath was written “This is a college, it is called DCU.” [Spelling corrected for your benefit. Michael’s spelling continues to be idiosyncratic.] DCU is a local university in Dublin. As I squealed in horror, a part of me took off my hat to DCU’s outreach programme which is manifestly building excellent brand recognition among local school children.
That is all. The projects have now been submitted and are gracing the wall of 2nd class.
Mildly Disturbing
Michael [apropos of nothing at all, I assure you]: Mummy, do you know how chemotherapy works?
Me: I do, I suppose, if somebody has cancer, it kills the cancer cells but it kills other cells too. So it can make people really sick.
Michael: No, it kills the fast growing cells; that’s why all their hair falls out. Would you like to know about GHD?
Me: Um, no, that’s ok. Have you been reading the Medikidz books again?
The Goose is Getting Fat
Yesterday afternoon, the Princess wrote her Christmas cards. No, you’re not getting one; they are for her 27 classmates.
She and I made cranberry and orange sauce:
And we studded a couple of oranges with cloves:
And we made a paper chain of angels:
Did all this come at a cost? Well, yes, her brothers spent the afternoon playing on the computer so that we were free to do our worthy activities. Daniel did put a couple of cloves into an orange in a half-hearted way but quickly returned to FRIV (the very best free online games apparently). Look, at least the weather outside was frightful.
Good News, Bad News
I came home from work yesterday and the Princess leapt up to meet me. “I won the class art competition! I got first place! I got a brilliant prize!” Her recital of her greatness was interrupted by prolonged wails from her brothers neither of whom won their class prize. Rejoicing in your siblings’ good fortune is a learned skill, I think.