bubble and squeak.
Words can’t describe how many times a day this child throws me. Although she’s been around in full force for five years now, you’re never quite ready for her. That’s how she likes it. She strikes when you’re at your most vulnerable. Sort of like a cobra. Or some other sneaky predator. Aneeway…
The things she says and the looks she gives could fill a book (or a blog in this case) and I can never remember every one but this one I think will always stand out. A defining moment where she very nearly beat mummy at her own game. If Cassidy kept a diary, this day’s entry would be something like, “Took on mummy. Made significant progress. Shock value significant due to perfectly executed element of suprise. Only minor tweaks need to be made for subsequent encounters”.
It went like this.
Cassidy: Mummy, would you like a mint? (We have a gumball dispenser in the studio filled with Kool Mints).
Me: No thanks Cass, I’m fine. Thank you for offering.
Just enough time later for the following to make impact…
Me: Cassidy, would you get mummy a mint please?
Cassidy: (already thinking ‘I’ve got her now’) But I asked you before and you said you didn’t want one.
Me: Well I didn’t want one before but now I do.
Cassidy: (the mask of eye-lash fluttering sweetness concealing her true intentions for world domination) Oh….so that’s like when you ask me to do a wee before we go to the shops and I say I don’t need to do a wee but then we get to the shops and I do need to do one then and you are cranky. Is it like that mummy?
Me: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
I think I mumbled something then about “no it’s not like that because I’m the mummy” or words to that effect but they faded into insignificance as she skipped off to the playroom, no doubt to congratulate herself on a job well done.
Steve said the other day it will have to be an arranged marriage so the poor bloke doesn’t get to meet her first.
