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Reported conversations No. 28: Home alone
Still hot and steamy after this morning's cloud burst - the first of many, I fear, perfectly timed for the school run.
The idea that Mama and Pappi might at some point in the near future take a break alone, together, sans brood, was some days ago mentioned at the family dinner table. Floated gently on the waters of the family psyche.
B., aged 5, obviously takes a while to digest new ideas. Only this morning did her considered opinion on the matter bubble up to the surface of her little pond.
B.: "Mama, you and Pappi can't go away together without us!"
Mama (seeing a romantic weekend away-from-the-hill slipping through her fingers, and trying not to sound too desperate): "Why not darling, I think it's a great idea..."
B.: "No, you can't go away without us!"
Mama (staying cool, but giving herself away with the unconscious Enid-Blyton-speak): "But why ever not, dear?"
B. (speaking slowly as to a particularly dull dullard): "Because we can't - reach - the - pasta - machine."
Mama (guffawing into the washing up, thinks): I could always leave it on the bottom shelf...
Pic: justinsomnia
Reported conversations No. 28: Home alone
Still hot and steamy after this morning's cloud burst - the first of many, I fear, perfectly timed for the school run.
The idea that Mama and Pappi might at some point in the near future take a break alone, together, sans brood, was some days ago mentioned at the family dinner table. Floated gently on the waters of the family psyche.
B., aged 5, obviously takes a while to digest new ideas. Only this morning did her considered opinion on the matter bubble up to the surface of her little pond.
B.: "Mama, you and Pappi can't go away together without us!"
Mama (seeing a romantic weekend away-from-the-hill slipping through her fingers, and trying not to sound too desperate): "Why not darling, I think it's a great idea..."
B.: "No, you can't go away without us!"
Mama (staying cool, but giving herself away with the unconscious Enid-Blyton-speak): "But why ever not, dear?"
B. (speaking slowly as to a particularly dull dullard): "Because we can't - reach - the - pasta - machine."
Mama (guffawing into the washing up, thinks): I could always leave it on the bottom shelf...
Pic: justinsomnia
2 comments:
Very practical little one! LOL! So cute!
Hi Karin, I thought that if trying to reach the pasta machine is the only terror that our going away holds for her, she'll grow up fearless and independent - just the way I like'em!
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