November 2011
3 posts
Ballet
After ballet, I take the 5 year old to the sweet shop, where she is allowed to choose a small treat. She doesn’t like ballet, prefers rugby, so it is essentially a bribe.
She chooses, as she usually does, a Kinder Egg. She eats it while walking home, in her pink tights and tutu, shoving the chocolate into her face with one hand, clasping the toy in the other.
When we get home, she immediately...
Rocks
The five year old and I are on our way to the Natural History Museum.
“This is exciting, isn’t it?” I prompt.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see the rocks”, she replies, sincerely.
“Well, there’s lots of other things to see, like-”
“I want to see the rocks.”
When we arrive, a security man asks to check my bag.
“There’s nothing in there, just sandwiches”, says the five year old.
The man ignores her,...
"There Has Been A Murder"
It is common for me to discover the 5 year old peering into the fish bowl. She likes to watch them swim, and to wind them up by banging on the glass. I tend to leave her to it.
On Friday, I spotted her with a fistful of fish food, ready to be chucked into the tank.
“No!” I shouted. “Don’t give them that much food. Just a pinch.”
“Why?”
“Because if they eat too much, they will die”, I informed...
