We had a little household incident the other day which some may find amusing.
A couple of years ago, I used to take great delight in asking Little Mister what a big boat was called. His mispronunciation of the word “ship” was, to my childish sense of humour, the best thing ever. Especially when I asked him to say it louder as I hadn’t heard. And louder. And louder.
This time we has a slightly more private and accidental experience. Words have been changed to make things a little more family friendly. I shall leave it to the reader to translate into “gutter”. I’ve also slightly changed the names, but if you can’t guess who the people are then I recommend you begin your education again with Topsy and Tim just to keep things nice and simple for you.
Mummy Hen (that’s one of the characters I’ve renamed, by the way) was making dinner the other night. Unfortunately, she burnt her hand on one of the oven trays and let out a fairly sincere “Cluck!” (sort of).
Seconds later, a small song was heard from the dining room. Little Mister Hen was singing – to the “Go Compare” tune – “Clucking Bell! Clucking Bell!”
Over. And over. And over.
It’s very hard to tell a child small chicken off when you’re laughing so hard, especially when they don’t know they’ve done anything wrong
…when the screaming banshee you’ve been battling with all day finally falls asleep and you remember that the snoozing bundle you hold in your arms is the most precious and amazing thing you’ve ever encountered.
This lasts until she wakes up screaming again, around the time you are just drifting off yourself.
[please note – this post is about the daughter, the photo is of our cat. Those who cannot tell the difference should not, at this moment at least, consider parenthood]
Trying to remove dangling, dried bogies from a baby’s nose while she sleeps is like real-life Operation. One slip of the fingers/tweezers and you risk waking her up. And believe me, that screaming is a whole lot scarier than a buzzer.