This evening, for the second time in recent months, IJ has sat next to me and given me a look of total disapproval.
The first time was earlier this summer when I developed a bad case of hiccups on the packed train back from our holiday in Oxford. Her look then said, "You are just so embarrassing." She may have even tutted.
This evening was much the same except this time the look of disapproval said, "You know absolutely nothing." She looked at me with a mixture of disapproval and pity.
She is six years old, my 36 years of life experience are wasted on her.
Her reaction this evening followed a seemingly innocent conversation which went like this:
IJ: Mummy, I really like pink.
Me: Do you? That's good because you have alot of pink things.
IJ: (After a deep in take of breath) Not pink, pink.
Me: Yes I know, pink.
IJ: Pink, like "This used to be a fun house, now it's full of evil clowns, I'm going to burn it down."
And then the penny dropped.
She didn't mean pink, she meant Pink with a capital P.
It is wrong on so many levels. That's the last time she uses my iPod.
That song has a rather unpleasant swearword in it. And she can't go around threatening to burn down houses.
Whatever next?
Maybe she could get a Beaufoix nail painting party started?
Posted by: SingleParentDad | September 07, 2009 at 10:03 PM
Ooops - you've made me realise that playing Green Day in the car to Toddlergirl may be some unforeseen consequences !
Posted by: Muddling Along Mummy | September 08, 2009 at 03:51 AM
I wouldnt even know how to use an ipod!
Not quite sure what they are......oh dear.
RMxx
Posted by: Rebel Mother | September 08, 2009 at 09:51 AM
Single Parent Dad, she's not hanging around with that rabble. Nuff said.
Muddling Along Mummy, be warned, those lyrics could come back to haunt you!!
Posted by: Rosie Scribble | September 08, 2009 at 10:46 AM
Oi, you didn't mind her hanging around and eating our cookies today. Tsk. That's the last time I cook you a bolognese. Or at least one without gerbil droppings in it. Nuff said. (;D)
Posted by: Jo Beaufoix | September 09, 2009 at 11:34 PM
AND, who are you calling rabble? You taught my (then) 6 year old blumming Britney Spears songs. They spread to my (then) 18 month old. Tsk. That's it. Miss E will be teaching IJ some Lily Allen. You know the one I mean. MWah ha ha haaaa.
Posted by: Jo Beaufoix | September 09, 2009 at 11:36 PM
My son - who is also six - had a conversation with me the other day that went something like:
Son: "Did you know I like S?"
Me: "No. She sits near you in class, doesn't she?"
Son: "Yeah. She's my girlfriend..bow chicka bow bow"
Yes, he did do the cheesy porn music. I wanted to cry and laugh all at the same time.
Posted by: onyx | November 08, 2009 at 08:18 AM