While hanging out with her dad, Petal said something that made him laugh. She took this opportunity to ask:
"Do you think I'm funny, Daddy?"
"Yes, I do, darling."
"Okay, when you go to your office, you write on your blog that I am funny," she demanded.
My husband is an actor. He doesn't have an office. And he definitely doesn't have a blog.
Oh Cod, what have I created?
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Funny or not?
As the subject of this blog, I thought it was only fair Petal should know what I'm up to. She knew I wrote about her, but didn't know exactly what I was writing.
"I write down the funny things that you say," I told her.
"Why?" she seemed perplexed.
"Because it helps me remember these funny things and sometimes it makes other people laugh, too."
She thought about this. Then asked me, "Would other people think it is funny if I said 'eyes go in your mouth'?"
Huh? "Er, um, I'm not sure..."
"Mummy, write it down and see if they think it is funny."
So, as you can see, I have followed Petal's orders. She will be expecting a full report, so please let me know if this rates funny or not. Be gentle, she is only four.
"I write down the funny things that you say," I told her.
"Why?" she seemed perplexed.
"Because it helps me remember these funny things and sometimes it makes other people laugh, too."
She thought about this. Then asked me, "Would other people think it is funny if I said 'eyes go in your mouth'?"
Huh? "Er, um, I'm not sure..."
"Mummy, write it down and see if they think it is funny."
So, as you can see, I have followed Petal's orders. She will be expecting a full report, so please let me know if this rates funny or not. Be gentle, she is only four.
Lost in translation
Yesterday she asked me if she could have a "lifeguard ice-block".
Yes, she meant to say "lifesaver".
Yes, she meant to say "lifesaver".
Say what?
Petal asks me what we are having for dinner. "Stew," I tell her.
"I hate sha-woo," she says.
"You hate 'what'?" I tease.
She goes to say it again, but stops herself. Instead, she says:
"I hate that-thing-you-said-we-are-going-to-have-for-dinner-tonight-and-I-don't-want-to-eat!"
"What's that, darling?"
Without thinking she says, "Sha-woo".
Mummy (1) Petal (0)
"I hate sha-woo," she says.
"You hate 'what'?" I tease.
She goes to say it again, but stops herself. Instead, she says:
"I hate that-thing-you-said-we-are-going-to-have-for-dinner-tonight-and-I-don't-want-to-eat!"
"What's that, darling?"
Without thinking she says, "Sha-woo".
Mummy (1) Petal (0)
Monday, July 20, 2009
A real cock-up
While cooking hot cakes for the kids' breakfast, Petal came in and asked me:
"Can I have a hot cock now?"
Wrong. So wrong.
"Can I have a hot cock now?"
Wrong. So wrong.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
It's a date
I plant a big kiss on Petal's cheek this morning.
"Ouch!" she says.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"That hurt me," she complains.
I'm a little taken back. "Since when do kisses hurt?"
She thinks about it before telling me, "January."
"Ouch!" she says.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"That hurt me," she complains.
I'm a little taken back. "Since when do kisses hurt?"
She thinks about it before telling me, "January."
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