This morning, the Princess picked up her butterfly and cradled it in her arms making a highpitched noise that might be interpreted by the charitable as singing. I looked at her and she pointed at the butterfly “dodo”. “Oh” I said “is the butterfly going to sleep?” She looked at me balefully, put her finger to her lips and hissed “Shh”. Two can play at that game. I picked up the butterfly and said “waah, waah, no, no”. She giggled and grabbed the butterfly back, put it in a cardboard box, patted it on the head and said firmly “dodo”. She then took my hand and walked me away. I think that, perhaps, my little girl might like a doll for Christmas.
on 22 September 2004 at 16:40
I still think it’s that extinct bird she’s after. Someone must have left the Natural Geographic channel on in front of her one night… 
on 23 September 2004 at 11:18
Yes, silver, purely for her benefit. And I think she might like a doll’s house as well. Though, obviously, it would have to be kept out of her reach, in case she swallowed the furniture.
Hmm, maybe Locotes.
