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More sweet sayings

My darling daughters keep me so entertained and amused. This week included another wealth of gems from their sweet little lips, and as usual I have forgotten most of them (there are so many!).

On Friday, when we butchered the eyeball, I was doing revision of the week’s work with the girls. As you know, right now we’re working through the sense of sight as part of our attentiveness study unit. So I asked, “What do you call animals who see best at night”. Both girls immediately chirped, “Nocturnal!” Delighted at my obvious success as an educator, I continued, “and what do you call animals who see best during the day?”. There followed a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. Finally DD#1 replied, “uuhhh … di …. diversional?”. (It’s diurnal, as you know, of course). It was made so much more amusing by the fact that DD#1 is our so-called “ADD” child, so diversional indeed.

Today, to extend the theme of Looking Closely at Things Around Us, the girls are sketching things, and colouring them in. This involves feats of genius for DD#1, a talented artist, who has successfully transformed two tiny little necklace charms into large scale Manga animations (very accurately proportioned according to the aforementioned charms’ dimensions), with detailed and intricate storylives wandering clear across both sides of three sheets of A4 paper. All in grey-scale, of course, for this is She Who Eschews Colour.

In the meantime, DD#2 has somehow persuaded Mother Dear (that’s me) that it is every bit as educational for  her if I draw the picture and she colours it in. Needless to say, it needed to be a Princess. As is so often the case, it was a fait accompli some time before I realised that I could have – nay, should have – said “no”, and insisted that she draw the picture herself.

However, that isn’t the funny part. DD#2’s super powers at controlling and manipulating those around her to do her spun-sugar bidding are legendary, yes, but hardly new. (You’d think we’d be better prepared by now).

The funny part came while she was colouring in the Princess. She neatly stuck a pink, purple and light blue pencil crayon between the clenched fingers of her little fist and said, “Look, Mommy! Wolverette!” (As in, “a girl Wolverine“). I literally laughed out loud.

(Yes, my six-year-old daughter probably shouldn’t know who Wolverine is, but her closest acquaintances and friends include ten-year-old boys. And I thought making the name feminine all by herself was very clever indeed, Not to mention hilarious).

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Lost words

The girls both started talking very young, and have graced our lives with thousands of unique words and phrases. Sadly, most of them have vanished into the mists of time and a sleep-deprived mind. But every now and then a gem reasserts itself for no apparent reason, and I have vowed to try and record as much as I can.

Here are the “lost words” I’ve remembered this week:

Beagles. Soft.

Beagles. Soft.

When DD#1 was little, she fell in love with her grandmother’s ancient beagle, a venerable, gentle beast with a sweet nature and very soft fur. At age 2, DD#1 had a deep, slightly Scots voice and a solemn aspect. She used to sit for hours in the garden at Granny’s house, with Shona-the-dog’s head in her lap, gently pulling out her long, floppy ears. She turned to me and said, “Mommy, she has such beautiful gears“.

Barbies. Pink.

Barbies. Pink.

DD#2 has an abiding love affair with all things beautiful, pink, Barbie, floral, ponyish or roselike. So it stands to reason that when Julian-the-tutor presents Barbie-as-Annelise a beautiful pink rose and tells her it is called “Rose Centifolia”, that should become her new favourite thing. We had a bush that bore dark pink azaleas in the garden of one of the houses we rented around this time, and she decided that the blooms were that very item presented to Princess Annelise by her true love. Unfortunately, her pronunciation was a little off and that is how, for over a year, we tended a little known Rosa Sapacola plant.

And then today we were treated again:

DD#1 just finished her turn on the PC (without being told), gently turned to her sster, lovingly placed her hand on DD#2’s knee, and said, “You’re on our own, Toots”.

Toots

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