It is Saturday, 9.30am, and I am lying in my bed in our holiday place in Wexford. The sun is shining like it thinks it's August and I have a cup of coffee made by The Husband beside me. I'm reading a good and funny Jonathan Tropper book while The Husband is playing tennis with Sarah, Lara and her twin friends who are staying with us here for the weekend and all is well when Audrey, 5 years old, appears, smiling, at my bedroom door. I put down my coffee and book and lift up the covers of the bed.
"Come on in honey" I say
"Oh, I just want to squeeze you" she squeals jumping into my bed and grabbing at my midriff with her sharp little fingers.
There's plenty of laughter as we play 'Tickle and Nibble' for a while and then I start singing
"If you go down to the woods today you're in for a big surprise........."
She continues with
"..............when a big fat bear pisses in your face"
Right now I am beginning to question the technicality of my system of parenting.
2 comments:
You and me both dearie! But I still think that you're doing a fine job.
Damned bears.
Cheers
Brilliant!
I can SO picture same sort of thing happening to ourselves in couple of years or so.
On a bright side - as long as they're healthy and happy and not afraid to ekhmmm...express themselves, everything is just fine!
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