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Tuesday, July 26th, 2005Harry, my precocious three and a half year old: “Mummy, what we having for breakfast today?” (See, I may be sick, but I still do variety in the food department, even at breakfast)
Me: “Porridge.”
Harry: “Oh good, I’m going to need that today.”
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It’s hardly news
Sunday, July 24th, 2005Harry (seeing the news on again): Mummy, can I watch CBeebies (children’s television)? I don’t want to watch the news. It’s boring. Only grown-ups like the news.”
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Me: It’s Daddy’s birthday soon. What do you think Daddy would like for his birthday?
Harry, the wise three year old: Well, Mummy, not Thomas (the Tank Engine).
Me: Oh, why not Thomas?
Harry: Because he’s not a little boy. *Shaking his head at me like I’m really stupid*
Me: Oh, so what do you think he would like?
Harry: I’m going to get him something to do with the news.
I bet Matthew can’t wait.
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Ever the concerned son
Wednesday, June 1st, 2005The setting: Me feeling very sick last night while putting the boys to bed.
Eldest Son: “Mummy, what you doing?”
Me: “I’m just lying on the floor for a moment because I’m feeling very sick.”
Eldest Son: “You feeling sick?” (looking concerned)
Me: “Yes.”
Eldest Son: (his eyes, I thought, shining with love and concern) “Oh, Mummy.” Pause. “Just don’t be sick on my carpet, Mummy.”
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You can’t really expect me to bloody well give up swearing
Wednesday, May 25th, 2005I’m quite good about not swearing in front of the children. I don’t really feel the need to swear much anyway, and I have to be madder than a dog’s brain to use any of the delightful four letter words we have at our disposal. However I do have a penchant for using the word ‘bloody’ although I try not to say it in front of the children (honestly!).
Current favourites of mine are:
Does that bloody car need fixing again? (directed at the husband)
That’s a bloody awful noise (directed as appropriate - only the children are not on the receiving end of this one, even though they are probably the most deserving recipients EVER KNOWN TO MAN).
Oh bloody hell (not restricted to any particular scenario). This one is my favourite.
Yesterday we went out to the car for our playdate with our neighbour from hell (more about that later). I looked up at the sky and said “look boys, it’s snowing, LOOK”, waving my arms about like a demented woman. Harry looked up at the sky and said “don’t be silly Mummy, it’s a bloody bonfire, Mummy, look it’s a bloody bonfire again” as bits of ash fell around us. And it’s May, for God’s sake, not a month known for snow. My observation skills and language skills surpassed by a three year old in one short sentence.
Oops.
Later, lying in bed last night he hears distant noises-off downstairs and asks, “what’s that noise there, Mummy?” Pause. Frown. “What’s that bloody noise? What is it?” Goes on muttering to himself “bloody noise, bloody awful noise” like a disgruntled old man.
Oops.
I know I have only myself to blame. It never sounds that bad to me when I say it, until I hear my three year old repeat it back to me that is. And I know I’m the culprit, not just from the expression (although my husband says it too and I’d really like to be able to blame him), but because his intonation is mine.
So, never one to shirk my parental responsibilities, I’m off to wash my mouth out with soap. As if I didn’t feel sick enough already.
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Giving it his all
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005[picture removed]
This is my little fella giving it his all at the piano. I just KNOW he’s going to be a musician when he grows up (no pressure Littlie!).
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