by John (the Dad)
4. June 2009 17:38
Don’t know what its like where you live but here preschool teachers are called “Auntie” by the children. Somehow it seems that at the end of the day we teach Mara nothing at all and that according to her, Auntie is a wealth of knowledge so vast, that mere parents should be humbled in her presence. What a tremendously perfect creation she appears to be:
“Auntie says that I have to spit the water out four times and not drink the water after brushing my teeth”…
“Auntie says that I have to colour inside the lines”…
“Auntie says I have to go to bed at eight o’clock”…
“Auntie says that I mustn’t shout”…
“Auntie says Chihuahuas have spots – sometimes”…
“Auntie says…”
But soft, what light from yonder backside breaks?
It is the sun…
by John (the Dad)
2. June 2009 21:19
Ok, so this is the second time I am writing this because I had just finished when I mysteriously deleted everything, just in time for an auto save. So it’s been dad’s day today.
Let’s start with last night: I find my bookmark beside my book as opposed to inside the book. Sadie, again.
Back to today and this evening has been quite eventful. The usual tantrums aside I had a bit of scare with Mara as she over excitedly tried to jump onto her mums back who was crouching. She somehow managed to miss and smacked her nose against the coffee table. Her nostril started to bleed immediately although not too badly and she was screaming like crazy. I really thought she had broken her nose but I stopped the bleeding, put some ice on it and she settled quickly enough. About ten minutes later Sadie bumped her nose on the TV unit but no big deal because she is obviously made of rubber.
So, Sadie. I was getting her out of the bath earlier and hung her over my forearm as I prepared to wrap the towel around her when I discovered a delightful little gift emerging from her behind. Well actually it wasn’t that little but anyway, out of pure reflex I end up grabbing it in mid air as it starts to drop off. I call for Zee(my wife) to open the toilet lid for me and she understandably starts laughing her head off. So there I am, baby in one hand, trophy in the other and Zee turns and leaves me there to go get a wipe instead of opening the toilet lid. Ah the joys of parenting.
I don’t want to leave you with such a graphic image so I’ll tell you one last thing. The girls went to the park this afternoon with their grandparents so I asked Mara if she had met any friends there. She said no and that the girls there were big girls, although one was a bit taller than her, but “she was a little bit thank you.”
No, I have no idea either.
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