Angel and I have recently been talking about the new NSPCC
advert on radio about the underwear rule.
I am a huge supporter of the NSPCC and felt it prudent to make sure that
Angel starts to understand what is appropriate and what is not. This however has led to a flurry of other
questions, comments and general statements all relating to knickers and their
contents including but not limited to, ‘but it is ok if I show Poppy *(no real names used here
thank you very much) the unicorns on my pants because she has fairies on hers’.
However my personal favourite this week has
to be when Angel asked me “Why do grownups have hair there?”. Now occasionally in a bid to secure an extra
five minutes of peace I will fire back an answer containing words that I know
she doesn’t understand because nine times out of ten she will go quiet and walk
off to ponder my reply. “Because it is hygienic darling” I respond. Not today, Angel turns
and looks knowingly to Delight and announces in a loud whisper “That means it
is from China”. Happy with this imparted pearl of wisdom Delight simply nods and walks of muttering to herself and Angel, very pleased with herself for teaching her little sister something important smiles at me and leaves the room. I simply don't have the heart or the inclination to correct her.
Now it is my turn to ponder and it led me to thinking about
all the sentences that I have said over the past few years that I never
imagined I would, such as “Why is there cheese in the toilet?”, “Delight
darling please take the sausage out of your eye”, “Angel do not put your sister in
a headlock” but my firm favourite was not my own, a sentence that a young girl
said in the supermarket to her mother’s friend.
On being ignored by her mother who was trying to have a conversation, the
child innocently (I think not) tugged on the friends arm and announced in a
louder than necessary voice “mummy shaves her bottom”.. brilliant.
Picture if you will, Angel has been playing
Sleeping Beauty for some time now, which consists of her lying on the grass on
a towel with a pillow under her head having a snooze whilst Delight leaps about
like an idiot, sweating and getting dizzy from circling Angel, singing songs
and dropping what are supposed to be petals, (we have no flowers in the garden
so I suspect it’s a mixture of weeds and mud) over her.
Having been rudely interrupted Angel sits up
and crosses her arms. I sense I have
just destroyed the game. She scrunches
up her little nose. I can see the rage
bubbling inside her “mummeeeeeeeee” This elongated name calling alerts me to
the fact that I am indeed unwelcome in my suggestion. “It was just an idea sweetheart” I offer
meekly “but mummeeeee ,this is the only move I know!” Well hubby and I almost
fall off our chairs laughing.
Angel is
not amused and Delight, still hopping and skipping in circles simply chooses to
ignore the commotion and starts skipping around her Ken doll who is wearing
nothing but knee high boots. It does appear to be a running theme in our house that all Ken and Barbie dolls remain in a permanent state of undress. Obviously no
one has told Ken the underwear rule, not that he has anything private going
on, something that has always baffled me.. don’t get me started on the semi androgynous state of Ken conversation, it’s
a whole other blog!
Loved this post! I laughed out loud with the mummy shaves her bottom line! :)
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