We were driving my niece home late at night. I had been desperate for a babysitter, and so had called my brother's girls, who I love and would have sit for me all the time but they live about 40 minutes away. So it's a trek to get out and back to get them. Thing 1 and 2 were in the back of the car in their pajamas
Thing 1 asked “Is this Illegal?”
“What? Taking you out so late at night?”
“No, riding in our pajamas.”
(hee hee)… “No, honey. It’s perfectly legal.”
A while back I told Thing 2 that when you’re from Scotland, a lot of things have “Mc” in front of their names, like the kindergarten teacher we like so well, Mrs. McDonald. So she started McTalking like a McScotsman. We Mcsaid McEverything with a Mc in Mcfront of it.
We were trying to Mctalk like McThis, having Mctrouble with our McSentences, but working in the Mcwords everywhere we McCould, and then I think I said something kind of Mcfunny. I can’t remember what. Thing 2 completely caught me off guard when she said “McLaugh! McLaugh! McLaugh!”
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Milk baby
Thing 2 was upset about a fight with Thing 1. I was cuddling her on the couch and talking her down. I started telling her what an amazing cute darling baby she was. We chatted for a while. She kept asking me to tell her more. I exhausted nearly every story I could think of off hand. Finally she asked me what she ate. I told her “Milk for about 6 months. Then you ate a kind of rice cereal stuff."
She said, “Burger?”
I’m thinking to myself you're five years old, you're capable of putting in the other little words in this sentence, the “Did I eat a” … part! But I said, “No, honey, babies don’t eat hamburgers.”
She said something about she saw on TV that if you have a baby, you need Burger.
“!! Oh… you mean Gerber!”
Just the sort of thing I would have mixed up myself. I laughed pretty hard.
She said, “Burger?”
I’m thinking to myself you're five years old, you're capable of putting in the other little words in this sentence, the “Did I eat a” … part! But I said, “No, honey, babies don’t eat hamburgers.”
She said something about she saw on TV that if you have a baby, you need Burger.
“!! Oh… you mean Gerber!”
Just the sort of thing I would have mixed up myself. I laughed pretty hard.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tea, anyone?
Maybe it was last Christmas? Thing 2 received a little ceramic teapot, which lasted about 20 minutes before she broke it trying to wash it out.
Today I took her with me to buy a new teapot for myself, as I broke my latest one last week. They had several sizes, and Thing 2 fell in love with the little two cup pot. For $12, I figured it would suffice her needs, and bought it for her.
She came in wanting a tea party. The tea pot has a little infuser inside. I tried to talk her into taking it out, but she wanted it in. So I told her I’d find some tea. I have a little loose herbal tea that I put in the infuser, and poured some cold water in. It was almost indiscernible from tap water. She wanted to try it with hot water.
Of course all this time I am thinking I should be starting laundry, cleaning the floor, folding clothes, etc. etc. But how can I turn down a tea party with my darling girl?
So I heat up the water, hot enough but not too hot. I get some sugar in a little cup. I assemble the tea party. I make a big show of pouring. We add sugar. We stir until it’s gone. I take a sip. It’s lukewarm herbal tea in a shot glass sized cup, not too bad actually. Thing 2 takes one sip and gags, sticks out her tongue, and says “Pppwwwaaaah! Ppwaaaah!”
I say Honey. You don’t have to like the tea, but please don’t make faces and freak out about and scrub your tongue on your sleeve. She is indignant and angry at me for suggesting she should exercise some politeness when the tea was so obviously horrible. We have a nasty tendency to escalate each other. I say “I spent five minutes making it, you could at least say you Don’t Care For It. You don’t have to Pwhaaah and Gag.” She glared at me, and stormed out the door over to Wytie’s.
I had no idea that warm flavored water could be so offensive. I’m still not doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, etc. I’m angrily writing up the account of the disastrous tea party.
Today I took her with me to buy a new teapot for myself, as I broke my latest one last week. They had several sizes, and Thing 2 fell in love with the little two cup pot. For $12, I figured it would suffice her needs, and bought it for her.
She came in wanting a tea party. The tea pot has a little infuser inside. I tried to talk her into taking it out, but she wanted it in. So I told her I’d find some tea. I have a little loose herbal tea that I put in the infuser, and poured some cold water in. It was almost indiscernible from tap water. She wanted to try it with hot water.
Of course all this time I am thinking I should be starting laundry, cleaning the floor, folding clothes, etc. etc. But how can I turn down a tea party with my darling girl?
So I heat up the water, hot enough but not too hot. I get some sugar in a little cup. I assemble the tea party. I make a big show of pouring. We add sugar. We stir until it’s gone. I take a sip. It’s lukewarm herbal tea in a shot glass sized cup, not too bad actually. Thing 2 takes one sip and gags, sticks out her tongue, and says “Pppwwwaaaah! Ppwaaaah!”
I say Honey. You don’t have to like the tea, but please don’t make faces and freak out about and scrub your tongue on your sleeve. She is indignant and angry at me for suggesting she should exercise some politeness when the tea was so obviously horrible. We have a nasty tendency to escalate each other. I say “I spent five minutes making it, you could at least say you Don’t Care For It. You don’t have to Pwhaaah and Gag.” She glared at me, and stormed out the door over to Wytie’s.
I had no idea that warm flavored water could be so offensive. I’m still not doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, etc. I’m angrily writing up the account of the disastrous tea party.
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