Fickle Critic


In the car today Holly described something as, "FAN-DABBY-LEMON -SQUEEZY!!!"

Daddy: "Wow. I think that that ought to be saved for something that is really really extra super special."
Holly: ".... It's poops."


Graduation


We 'graduated' from Nursery today. Holly's communication book reads thus:

"Holly walked nicely down the road with me talking about cats and skipping. She knew all about the ceremony and sat patiently for a while waiting her turn. She peeped out into the playground and saw all the people and the red carpet, and ran away to hide in the toilets shouting "Never! Never!"


I Spy


We were playing I Spy in the car.

Holly, holding up a cuddly flamingo: "Daddy... what is the letter that begins this animal?"
Daddy: "That's a flamingo, so it starts with 'ff' F."
Holly: "Thanks. I Spy with my little eye, something beginning with F."
Daddy: "Erm... Is it flamingo...?"
Holly: "HOORAY!!!"


Rosie's Day Off


Holly has been receiving an awful lot of special attention at school recently... and Rosie has been an absolute star about it. This has included helping Daddy to drop her off at the big school with their favourite teacher, and handing Mrs French Holly's snack, when Rosie, at nursery, does not get one.

So today Rosie and Daddy had a day off and went to London Zoo. It was the bestest day ever, and Rosie was very excited to see bugs and lizards.

This is Rosie with some African Giant Land Snails:



Loving each other very much...




(July 7th: I just remembered what this reminds me of... Link.)


The First Mummy


Holly: "Daddy... Where did the first Mummy come from?"
Daddy: "Well... Mummies start off as babies like everyone else."
Holly: "I know, but where did the first Mummy come from?"

Sheesh. How can a parent compete with sophisticated enquiry like this?

I can't even say "Physics."


Specimen


Mummy had to take (another) pot of wee to the GP for Holly today. When she came home Holly asked, "Did the doctor say 'thank you' for my wee...?"


Apropos of nothing


Rosie: "Daddy... What's good about being a mouse?"


House numbers


We were driving to Sam and Flora's house after school today. Daddy was quietly trying to remember what house number they were...

Rosie: "Do you know what door number is Sam and Flora's house?"
Daddy (relieved): "No. What is it..?"
Rosie: "Four and a half."


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