They lie quietly in the dusk filled room. Mother and daughter. Comfortable. Calm. Safe.
Soft towels lay damp and abandoned on the floor. Milk has been drunk, stories read and reread and cuddles shared.
Her fingers move slowly over the words known by heart as she glances at the form beside her. Eyes are closed, breathing comes slow and steady, knees are drawn up, fetal, warm.
A hand reaches to stroke a hair from the line free brow of peaceful sleep. Eyelids flicker and I wake to see my 3 year old staring intently at my face.
Miss M: “You were asleep Mummy.”
Me: “I was.”
Miss M: “I read you a story.”
Me: “Thanks, that was lovely babe.”
Miss M: “It was about a poo and a trump.”
Sighhhhhh. My child is obsessed.
(NB. A quick explanation as this word doesn’t seem to have made it stateside in this incarnation. Trump = fart.)
P.S. As you’ve probably noticed I’m struggling to find time to read all my bloggy peops at the moment. Life is too full right now. Good but full. I will catch up I promise.
In the meantime, if you get chance, read this. It’s worth it for the headline alone. 
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July 10th, 2008 at 1:34 pm
aww, that is so sweet. Except the poo and trump part. I wonder, will she write an interesting book of poo and trumps when she grows up? It also makes me giggle at the name “Donald Trump”.
July 10th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Poos wees and trumps never fail to get a laugh in our house either. They’re right up there in the conversation starters with boobs, bums, front bottoms and willies. *** Sigh ***
July 10th, 2008 at 3:03 pm
Tilly the Trump? Tilly the Trump?? Seriously?! Oh my, I did laugh at that
July 10th, 2008 at 3:11 pm
your link didn’t work but i got it with this :
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/7496923.stm
and if i had a dime for all the bats i’ve pulled out of my bra….
well no i’d still be poor…
that m is a one. tell her no trumping when i come up tomorrow.
July 10th, 2008 at 5:33 pm
Oh, trump! A new one for me. Too cute, your little dolly! I love waking up to little hands on my face and a bright childish grin.
July 10th, 2008 at 5:58 pm
I so love that little child. She’s a hoot.
July 10th, 2008 at 11:32 pm
Oh that is so precious!
July 11th, 2008 at 2:43 am
I’d publish it. Might have another Harry Potter on your hands.
Better than having poo and trump on your hands.
July 11th, 2008 at 9:09 am
It’s bizarre that I so thoroughly adore a child I’ve never met.
July 11th, 2008 at 11:00 am
Mie, you can inagine the fun we had with Ivana. ‘I vana trump.’ ‘That’s fine, just don’t point it at me.’
Gone back South, those always get us too, even the kids laugh at them sometimes.
Belle,I promise that wasn’t deliberate, hee hee.
Holl, I’ve heard of a bat in your belfry or a bat up your night dress but this one is new to me. And the trumping I have no power over, she is just windy.
Groovy Mom it’s the cutest isn’t it? Except at four in the morning.
Lee, she is, and she would love you too.
Karisma, that’s one word for it, hee hee.
Dan, definitely better than having poo and trump on your hands, heh heh.
Kim, the feeling is mutual hon, your two are little treasures. As is their mummy.
July 11th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Methinks REAL LIFE trumps the ‘virtual world’ always. We all find times it’s hard to keep up with blogging and that’s okay. Thanks for the phunnie link. I needed a laugh this afternoon.
Hugs and blessings,
July 19th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
oh my little Miss M. She never ceases to make a sweet moment a little less sweet, and more about toilet time. LOL love her.
It is my mission to get all bloggity caught up tonight. wish me luck!