Wednesday, 19 August 2009

The Babe Stories

Madam is standing in front of me. She rings an imaginary bell.
“Ding Dong.”
“Who is it?”
”Trick or Treat” she cries.
”Oh, trick please.”
She stops, dumbfounded and confused. I laugh and try and explain…
”It’s trick or treat, honey”.
”Yes. Treat please!” She says smugly….

(Blame Nickelodeon and out of date programming for this one.)

I was reading a blog a week or so ago and chuckled at a specific antic. Blow me if The Babe didn’t do the exact same thing the other day…. She was colouring on orange paper with her crayons. She picked up the orange crayon, scribbled on the paper, stopped, looked at the crayon, scribbled again. Stopped. Looked at crayon.
“Is broken!”


This photo... I have no words. She doesn’t look too impressed either. Thing One’s attempt at… a face-painted creature of some description although I have no idea what.


Moving on…

Thing One has a new game with The Babe. We have a jewelled hairband, very pretty, belongs to Thing Two. The Babe thinks it is a crown and she is princess. Except if anyone else wears it, they are suddenly promoted to the Queen. The Babe will look... bow deeply... "Your Mas-jest-ey!"

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