Timescale according to a five year old – Part 2

  “I like eating rice, Mummy, just like Chinese people. Don’t I?” “Yes, Darling.” “You know, Mummy, we could go to China.” “Maybe one day. That would be fun.” “Let’s go tomorrow!”   *************************************************************************************************************************   Knowing how much she loves birthdays I said, “Did you know it’s the Queen’s birthday today!” Sophie, eating her Cheerios,…

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Timescale according to a five year old – Part 1

  “Do you remember, Mummy, when I was a baby and I ate pink fish (salmon) for the first time and I really liked it?” “Do you mean last week, Darling? When you were five like you still are now?” “……Hmmm, yes.”   ****************************************************************************************************   “Daddy! Come and play in the balloon room!” “The balloon…

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Why don’t teenagers come with a manual?

On my living room floor, there is a pile of roasted and salted peanuts. Looking a little more closely I can see some cashew nuts too. It’s quite a heaped pile. A bowlful I’d say. What they’re doing on the living room carpet just underneath the bay fronted window, I have no idea. They’ve been…

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What the school prospectus doesn’t tell you about the playground

The school playground: skipping games, ball games, mind games, giggling, name calling, teasing, nobody to play with… and that’s just the mums at drop off and pickup time!   Yesterday, I found a couple of nice mums to play with, I mean chat with whilst waiting for Sophie. Celeste’s mum was on her own standing…

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When museums are TOO educational

“Mummy, I want to see a skeleton!” We were in the Natural History Museum in London, having a weekend break in the capital city. We’d just been round the entire Dinosaur section in the ‘Blue Zone’ working our way through billions of years of history at a hundred miles an hour – five year old…

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Wash and flush… it’s not always a good idea

“Have you washed your hands?!” “Have you flushed?!” Two questions that are constantly spouting from my mouth because nine times out of ten she hasn’t done either of these things, and with the toilet being downstairs she hasn’t got far to go to rectify these things. (Even if it means all she’s doing is turning the tap…

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What to do when your husband cries

Tears are streaming down his face, his eyes are bloodshot looking like flashes of red lightning across the whites of his eyes, he takes the deepest watery sniff through his nose I’ve ever heard and he starts coughing. I hesitate as I approach him, “Are you okay?” I ask wondering what on earth is the…

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