Published Saturday, February 28, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
When we have time without our sister and only one parent, we call it Little Bear time.
Rosie thinks that now we aren't little, we should maybe have Grizzly Bear Time.
She also thinks that time spent alone with Mummy should be
Spectacled Bear Time.
Published Thursday, February 19, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
Rosie: "Please can I use the grown-up laptop? Because I want to Google something in Mozzarella Firefox...."
Published Wednesday, February 18, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
Is what Holly calls Darcey Bussell.
Published Tuesday, February 17, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
Holly has started reading The Diary of Anne Frank - and took it to Holiday Club today so she would not have to stop reading it.
Published Sunday, February 15, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
...is what Rosie calls the independent bookshop in Bath that Auntie Alex took us to, then to Waterstones, and to which we insisted on returning so Holly could stride to the counter stating "I am looking for The Diary of Anne Frank."
Published by Jim Cromwell.
Auntie Alex, to Finny: "... and I want the change back from that."
Holly, to Auntie Alex: "Auntie Alex...
I think that young men
hide the change from their mothers."
Published Thursday, February 12, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
Rosie has made this aide memoire for Holly in the mornings. She must put her book bag in her tray, put her water bottle in the box, sort her meal ticket, and sit on the carpet.
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Published by Jim Cromwell.
Mummy: "Holly, please get ready for your bath. And if I find you reading a book I'll have to confiscate it."
Holly: "Yes. Daddy executed two of my books this morning."
Published Monday, February 09, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
A spoon full of suger makes the medercne go down
The medercne go down
The medercne go down
A spoon full of suger makes the medercne go down
The medercne go down
The medercn go down
by Rosie
Published Sunday, February 08, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
We went to the Jolly Sailor in Teignmouth for lunch today. Nice pub, and children not allowed in the bar but can go where the pool table and dartboard are. Indeed, it is signposted "Children's Area".
So when a middle-aged couple come in for a Sunday beer and sit down, Holly squares up to them and says "
This is the CHILDREN'S area!"
And indeed, they got up and moved...
Published Sunday, February 01, 2009 by Jim Cromwell.
Holly: "What are farts made of...?"