Miss M and I are sat having a latte/orange juice in Schmesco. We have an hour to kill before we collect Miss E from Drama Club, and have developed (well we’ve done it twice,) the habit of a drink and a chat in the cafe. It’s so so lovely to sit opposite my little girl and see her smiling and giggling knowing we each have the others full attention. Today, as we sit pondering over important subjects such as what she had for dinner, what she did at school and whether the smarties scattered on the napkin in front of her are ‘pink and red’ or ‘dark pink and light pink’, Miss M becomes distracted by a small graze on her finger.
Miss M: ”I have a poor poor Mummy?”
Me: ”It’s ok hon. It’s just a little one. Mummy has one too babe, look, and it’s fine.”
I hold my finger up and point out a tiny cut. She pulls it towards her and studies it closely, her small finger tracing the raised redness. She measures her own digit against mine, then looks up at me through tousled end of school day hair.
Miss M: ”But how very is it Mummy?”
Me: ”Pardon babe?”
Miss M: ”How very is it Mummy? Mine is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very sore.”
Me: ”Oh. While mine isn’t very sore really.”
Miss M: ”Well dere you are den.”
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September 21st, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Obviously to get some sympathy with you ‘poor poor’ it needs to be hanging off!!!
PS. IJ has started saying ‘poor poor’. I am placing all the blame firmly at your door.
September 21st, 2009 at 6:02 pm
If that had been my daughter, it would have been bery bery bery bery bery etc. I hate to correct her, as it’s just so darn sweet the way she says it.
September 21st, 2009 at 8:27 pm
Hahahahaha! Love her.
September 22nd, 2009 at 1:43 am
I cut my finger with a razor blade recently (see they’re not that safe!) and my son was horrified and looks at it every day to check how it’s healing. It looks at it with a sharp intake of breath and a shake of his head and has the most concerned look on his face.
I daren’t tell him about the day his grandad chopped the end of his little finger off . . .
September 22nd, 2009 at 2:17 am
Don’t you think little girls are always so proud to have an ailment of some sort. I know Amy is, even though she is terribly dramatic.
CJ xx
September 22nd, 2009 at 2:59 am
Oh, I love it, she does come up with the best stuff. How very is she, Jo? I think she’s very funny!
September 22nd, 2009 at 5:21 am
Ah but smarties make fingers better don’t you know?
September 22nd, 2009 at 8:29 am
Haha what a line. Glad you’re having a laugh despite the pain! How are you?
September 22nd, 2009 at 11:25 am
Well dere you are den – stop whingeing! Miss M on top form again.
September 22nd, 2009 at 11:52 am
That’s a lot of “verys” certainly. Ice cream may be in order.
September 22nd, 2009 at 11:57 am
Yes but did it hurt “this much” (arms out wide)?
September 22nd, 2009 at 12:38 pm
How wonderful to have you as a mum. In our house it’s “Stop going on about it, you will be fine.”…And sigh.
Well it was until Emily broke her arm.
Melly was busy accidentally pooing on the floor at the time.
We were in a caravan in Wales.
My answer was to eat a packet of Breakaways in one go.
I think I prefer your approach.
x
September 22nd, 2009 at 12:55 pm
Love it. And because you are so fab I told other people to check out your blog here: http://www.onespace.org.uk/articles/health-wellbeing/the-world-of-blogging. x (Hope you are feeling better and less poor poor yourself!)
September 22nd, 2009 at 2:28 pm
How very very very very very very very very very very cute! x
September 22nd, 2009 at 11:22 pm
Heaven! Dont you just love those type of conversations. So good to write them down and see them in a decade or so. Precious. x