Nancy has transmogrified into a something resembling a slightly disgruntled teenager albeit with a slightly more idiosyncratic vocabulary. Last night I was told to "Hold my voice", was told that "[she] was going to get tough on me", that she was going "Have a little talk with Mummy tomorrow morning about your behaviour" and most worryingly "I've seen a man's willy", which thankfully referred to a protuberant hippo she'd just seen on a BBC documentary and nothing more. Phew. And beyond that, there is fine perfomative opprobrium that culminated in Maddy being forced to ask Nancy to give her keys back after they'd be confiscated. It's hard not to smile but it does undermine the image I've tried to cultivate of an Uberpater not a hopelessly soft touch. However, Squirrels know how I roll.
School continues well and her online assessment profile, [I know, I know] re-assures us that she is very good at "toileting" which is something I could have told you without having to change a noun to a verb for no good reason. However, apart from this linguistic horror her reading and writing are coming on leaps and bounds although she really objects to the word adjacent for no sensible reason and sometimes her mathematics gets a bit Dutch. Where she has been most transformed is in the swimming pool. Where once she was a rather timid manatee she has now become an emboldened eel. It is amazing to behold, water hits her face and screams no longer emerge but there is a determination that makes me well up like a man who doesn't slay squirrels like others eat waffles.
Enjoy.
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| Clarky Cat |
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| Yellow Bentines |
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I think this precocious parent chat is inspired. Really in a league of its own. Like a premier league if there were such a thing. I long to know how it will develop - can it be subverted by you responding like suitably bad children when you are told off?
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