Chatty Girl

Nancy: "Grandpa Tom has two dogs"

Me: "Really?"

Nancy: "Yes, He has one dog called Mammut and one called Seal who used to be at Grandma Helen's house but he was flattened by a car"

Me: "Oh"

This is just one fragment from any number of ridiculous exchanges of recent weeks between Nancy and anyone who cares to listen. On being told by her cousin to shut up Nancy replied "I'm a chatty girl." Which is very true. She is a chatty girl. A massively chatty girl. And she is relentless. 

And this should be celebrated. She chats about everything and anything that comes across her horizon with boundless confidence, although she has exhibited rather staid views on gender as when I said I owned a dress, she looked incredulous and stated only girls wore dresses. However, having seen said dress is insistent that I wear that and make up to her birthday party. Which I will. No platform for the words gender bias. 

Nancy has also recently enjoyed an Easter Weekend in Dorset whereupon she undertook such marginalised activities as a pesto hunt, (seeking wild garlic) at which point the whole world feels like an entry into Pseud's Corner, as well as numerous fiendish egg hunts in far flung parts of the countryside. Thankfully she thrived at both and ate a suitably ridiculous number of chocolate eggs and rounded up enough wild garlic to psychologically scar an entire family. 

Happy Easter one and all...

Forgive me

Lemon of my eye

Dim Sum

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