Is that pain au chocolat mine?
I used to be papa. Used to be. Months and years of pavlovian loveliness lost to first named horror. Nancy is calling me Simon, which while factually correct, is a bit off. It started slowly like a glitch but now dominates and bally hell you can't escape it. Bugger. At least maddy too has fallen victim to this awful first namery too. Hopefully, it will recede but really. It's just not cricket.
She has also developed a strong line in the horrid, sadly aligned to our current Zeitgeist, and had threatened over the last month to cut my face off and eat it and screw driver me in the neck. It's all said with a broad smile and much loveliness and normally proceeded by a whizz popper so I'm not worried yet. If she gets obsessed with a bow and arrow then I'll think about writing a derivative novel about it.
Her reading continues to develop apace as does get reading and general comprehension of life. Having spent a month listening to audio tapes (which she quaintly calls sellotape and given their commercial obsolescence who are we to deny get that) of Danny champion of the world and the BFG she at random points explains to her parents, who she increasingly thinks are half wits, what happened in both stories. In case we didn't grasp the finer points of the text.
Aside from moments of theoretical hyper violence and staggering levels of condescension, which in fact only burnish her loveliness, she is a peach. Still. Except when she shouts beaver or capybara at the top of her voice in order to wake up her sister.
And it goes without saying that she consumed her body weight in croissants and has got her father's ear for foreign tongues. What a cracker.
Oh and she is now 4. My sainted aunt. Etc. etc.
She has also developed a strong line in the horrid, sadly aligned to our current Zeitgeist, and had threatened over the last month to cut my face off and eat it and screw driver me in the neck. It's all said with a broad smile and much loveliness and normally proceeded by a whizz popper so I'm not worried yet. If she gets obsessed with a bow and arrow then I'll think about writing a derivative novel about it.
Her reading continues to develop apace as does get reading and general comprehension of life. Having spent a month listening to audio tapes (which she quaintly calls sellotape and given their commercial obsolescence who are we to deny get that) of Danny champion of the world and the BFG she at random points explains to her parents, who she increasingly thinks are half wits, what happened in both stories. In case we didn't grasp the finer points of the text.
Aside from moments of theoretical hyper violence and staggering levels of condescension, which in fact only burnish her loveliness, she is a peach. Still. Except when she shouts beaver or capybara at the top of her voice in order to wake up her sister.
And it goes without saying that she consumed her body weight in croissants and has got her father's ear for foreign tongues. What a cracker.
Oh and she is now 4. My sainted aunt. Etc. etc.
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