Archives for June 2006

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.

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”

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.