Girl found an old picture of Mummy, Daddy and Boy, aged roughly the same as she is now.
Girl: Girl!
Mummy: No, that's Boy.
Boy: No Girl, you weren't even born yet then.
Mummy: But you do look a bit like Girl there.
Boy: Why?
Daddy: Because you're about the same age as she is now, and because you're family and sometimes family look similar.
Boy: That's because of DNA!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
'Tis the season
Nope, no, I'm writing a note to Senta to take you off the nice list. So you'll get no presents.
No presents from anyone. I'm writing a note - to everyone. Even strangers and people that live in other countries.
....
A few days ago Boy told me that he'd heard about a nice list that meant you got presents from "Senta".
But that's not real. It's just a story.
Oh. Ok.*
But.... sometimes we can make fictional things come to life!
He'd been trying, unsuccessfully, for some time to make Myro the Microlite come out of the book and visit his house. Even yelling MYRO THE MICROLITE at the top of his lungs didn't work. Plans for the runway in our backyard are currently on hold.
He wrote a letter to Senta at school. He told him he should be on the nice list as he helped with vacuuming the other day. He wants a robot.
He's been telling everyone that he's getting a bike for Christmas. Luckily we've bought him one.
*We were trying to avoid Father Christmas, oh well
No presents from anyone. I'm writing a note - to everyone. Even strangers and people that live in other countries.
....
A few days ago Boy told me that he'd heard about a nice list that meant you got presents from "Senta".
But that's not real. It's just a story.
Oh. Ok.*
But.... sometimes we can make fictional things come to life!
He'd been trying, unsuccessfully, for some time to make Myro the Microlite come out of the book and visit his house. Even yelling MYRO THE MICROLITE at the top of his lungs didn't work. Plans for the runway in our backyard are currently on hold.
He wrote a letter to Senta at school. He told him he should be on the nice list as he helped with vacuuming the other day. He wants a robot.
He's been telling everyone that he's getting a bike for Christmas. Luckily we've bought him one.
*We were trying to avoid Father Christmas, oh well
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Weird science
Sometimes Boy is rough with Girl, and she dobs him in.
"Boy pushyoo" "Boy bite yoo" "Boy 'mack yoo" etc
The other day I heard a thud and Girl started crying. From around the corner Boy appeared, arms wide in that universal gesture for "I didn't do it":
"It was gravity!"
He had to learn about gravity, because he needed to know why the Earth revolved around the sun.
"You know, it seems like the Earth is the centre of the solar system, but it really isn't, actually!"
Which then brings us to the rotation of the Earth.
But first.... yesterday Boy was getting violent and wouldn't stop. In desperation I pulled out my one punishment card: No books at bedtime. He didn't believe me, but was devastated when bedtime rolled on and he realised he'd have to go to bed with no stories.
So, this morning he's fiddling with something of mine, which I've asked him not to touch. He looks at me slyly:
"But, if I do this [twiddles something around] it'll make the world spin around faster and faster and then I'll have had my stories in bed tonight before I've done this"
Yes. Time travel.
"Boy pushyoo" "Boy bite yoo" "Boy 'mack yoo" etc
The other day I heard a thud and Girl started crying. From around the corner Boy appeared, arms wide in that universal gesture for "I didn't do it":
"It was gravity!"
He had to learn about gravity, because he needed to know why the Earth revolved around the sun.
"You know, it seems like the Earth is the centre of the solar system, but it really isn't, actually!"
Which then brings us to the rotation of the Earth.
But first.... yesterday Boy was getting violent and wouldn't stop. In desperation I pulled out my one punishment card: No books at bedtime. He didn't believe me, but was devastated when bedtime rolled on and he realised he'd have to go to bed with no stories.
So, this morning he's fiddling with something of mine, which I've asked him not to touch. He looks at me slyly:
"But, if I do this [twiddles something around] it'll make the world spin around faster and faster and then I'll have had my stories in bed tonight before I've done this"
Yes. Time travel.
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