Mr. Waffle is away on business. It’s just me and herself. So she said to herself “aha there will be no changing of the guard at 6.30 this evening, I think I will skip my nap. Today I will devote all my energies to determining whether I can stretch my mother’s patience to breaking point.”
We went to an exhibition (fancy a nap dearest? NO). We discovered that we share a dislike of abstract expressionism (fancy a nap dearest? NO). We had to have a cup of tea and a bun to recover (fancy a nap dearest? NO). We went to the gallery and looked at the Belgian impressionists (fancy a nap dearest? NO). We went home (fancy a nap dearest? NO). We read some books (fancy a nap dearest? NO). The Princess then invented a new game all by herself. She stuck her finger so far up her nose that it was largely invisible and tried to do the same to me. My efforts to deter her met with hysterical laughter. Excellent new game. Spent the evening protecting my nose from the dangerous digit while the Princess cackled manically.
Bedtime eventually rolled round and as her Daddy usually puts her to bed, I decided that she must be getting a little tired when she started wandering around the flat saying “Papa, Papa, Papa?” in an anxious tone of voice. So I compromised my linguistic integrity. “Dodo?” I said. “Ah oui” she replied. Vive la francophonie!
on 16 September 2004 at 15:28
If I say ‘dodo’ enough, I’ve found that I fall asleep now too. Saves a fortune on ambiens. 
on 17 September 2004 at 11:19
Silver, do you flail your little arms around like a flightless bird, this works for our baby..
