Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Winds of change
I was wrong.
Sitting herself at the breakfast table and making herself ready for cornflakes, she pointed to her bag on the coat peg.
"Do you want to put your dummy in the bag?" I asked her.
"No!" She shakes her head, pops her dummy onto the table beside the cornflake bowl and points again. Maybe she means the door, I think to myself.
"Do you want Mummy to go?"
"Yeah!" she nods her head. Surely not.
"Really? You want Mummy to go?"
"Yeah!" she says, nodding her head again. Bemused, I grin to the other parents and swan off to work. The winds of change.
As for wind, here's some breaking news. See the picture above? Where she got the idea to strike a pose when she farts I've no idea.