April 28, 2010
Anyone would think we were big drinkers in our house, judging by some of the comments that come out of Birdy’s mouth. (I assure you, we’re not!) I recently noted on Facebook that I was lost for words when Birdy asked me: ‘Why can’t monks go to the pub?’ Seriously, how do you answer that question? (The funniest answer I got on FB was something about sandals violating the dress regulations!)
But even more alarming (or amusing, depending on your point of view) was this little conversation she role-played with a couple of dolls.
Doll 1: What’s your name?
Doll 2: Um, I forget. Because I was out very late at the pub last night.
Doll 1: Why would being at the pub make you forget?
Doll 2: Because I just had a drink that makes you forget things.
As you can imagine, hubby and I nearly fell off our chairs when we heard that. I’m hoping it’s just one of those flukey coincidences; that Birdy made something random up and it just happened to make sense. If not, I’m wondering how she’s sneaking out at night without anybody noticing. Should I be concerned?
April 5, 2010
Recently, Birdy had this conversation with Dad, which I thought was worth recording…
BIRDY: Henri’s in heaven. (Henri was our dog.)
DAD: Really? Who told you that?
BIRDY: God did.
DAD: Really? How?
BIRDY: God talked to me.
DAD: How did he do that?
BIRDY: God lives in my tummy.
DAD: Is that right?
BIRDY: Here, Dad. Listen to my chest. Can you hear my heart beating? That’s God talking.
June 23, 2009
While we were on holidays, my husband and I took Birdy to our local bowling club to enjoy an afternoon drink. (It was raining and nothing else was open.) As she was sipping her milk, my husband asked her if Teddy might like some milk too. “No Dad,” she said, “Teddy’s not real. Teddy’s only pretend.” ”Oh, I see,” Daddy replied.
May 20, 2009
Me: “I’m having a nice cup of Mother’s Day tea in my new Mother’s Day cup.”
Birdy: (correcting me) It’s Irish tea, Mum.
Me: (Absently) Yes, Irish tea, all the way from Ireland.
Birdy: Yes, and my milk is all the way from Scotland!
And then yesterday, when I was about to get my guitar out, I started inspecting my fingernails to see if I needed to trim them first. Birdy then examines my hand and says, ‘Your fingers have gone all mouldy, Mum!’ Why thankyou so much, darling.
May 4, 2009
The way kids see the world can be really unique. The other day, on the way to the shops, we stopped at a red traffic light. ”Look Mum,” Birdy called out, excitedly. ”That traffic light matches your hair.” It took me a while to realise what she was talking about. ”That traffic light is ‘reg’ and your hair is ‘reg’,” she patiently explained. So my hair looks like a traffic light. Thanks so much, dear.
On the upside, Birdy has learnt a fantastic new phrase, taught to her by Daddy. ”You’re the best Mum in the world.” She likes the sound of this new sentence so much she says it over and over. Warms me heart every time.