Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Belle Says - - Weddings

The below conversation was the result after we attended a couple of weddings lately and Isabelle asked about 'princess' (aka the bride) and weddings. 
 
 
Isabelle:  The princess at the wedding day is so pretty! I want to be like her.
 
Mummy:  Yes, you will be, one day, when you grow up.
 
Isabelle:  Like Snow White, Rapunzel princess? Are they like the princess during the wedding day?
 
Mummy:  Errrmmm... yes but a little different.  The princess during the wedding day is a bride.
 
Isabelle:  Hah? Bride? She is a princess la!
 
Mummy:  Yeah, a bride looks like a princess.  When you grow up, you will marry a special boy and he will become your husband.  Like Daddy & Mummy.  And when you get married, that is like the princess like we saw on the wedding day. 
 
Isabelle:  Then where will the boy live?
 
Mummy:  Then you and the boy, your husband, will live in a nice house.
 
Isabelle:  Hah?  What about you and Daddy?
 
Mummy:  Daddy & Mummy will live here and you will come visit us.
 
Isabelle:  Then I don't want to be the princess on the wedding day and I don't want to get married! I want to stay with you forever! (tears framing her eyes)
 
 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Belle Says - - Jobs


Daddy :  Do know why does Daddy needs to work?

Isabelle:  Yes. So that we have money to buy milk, food, books and toys!

Daddy:  Do you know what is Daddy's job?

Isabelle:  Wash plates (HAAHAAHAAHAA!!)

Daddy:  Oh ok... in that case, what is Mommy's job then?

Isabelle:  Cooking and clean Mei Mei's butt butt after poo poo (Blehhhhh....)

Daddy:  Oh Haha... alright. Then what is Isabelle's job?

Isabelle:  Ar... my job is play toys!!


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I Will Protect You

Scenario

I accidentally scratched my wrist against the sharp edge of the wardrobe while  I was springcleaning.



Conversation

Isabelle :  Mummy, what happened to you?

Me : Oh, mummy accidentally scratched my hand.

Isabelle : Hah? Bleeding? Pain pain?

Me : Ya,a little bit. (show her the tiny cut)

Isabelle : Ok. You wait for me.

Me:  Where are you going?

Isabelle:  Get tissue.  We need to wipe the bleeding and I will doctor (check) you.

Me:  (pretending to be very sick).  Doc Belle McStuffin, am I okay?

Isabelle :  You are okay now.  A bit of fever.

Me:  I feel really not well.  How ar Doc Belle McStuffin?

Isabelle:  Okay, you need to stay in hospital.

Me:  I stay hospital, then how about you?  You stay at home with Daddy, wa?it for Mummy to come back okay?

Isabelle:  No. I stay hospital with Mummy.  You don't be scared.  I will protect you.  And I take care of Mummy.

Me:  *** melted ***


Friday, April 13, 2012

13 Totally Gross Things I Don't Want My Kid to Do in Public

I had a good laugh reading this last night, imagining Isabelle putting the below 13 'taboos' into action. I had to share this!!

"I'm supposed to feel guilty. Ever since the kid hit kindergarten, I've been hitting one discipline technique hard. When she starts up with some not very appropriate for public actions, I remind her she'd best stop ... or the other kids won't like her.

You call it shaming. I call it socialization. To-may-to. To-mah-to. And guess what? It works. Because telling your kid that they should stop eating their boogers because a giant booger factory will grow in their stomach just makes them sample more snot to see if it's the truth. Telling them that the other kids will find them kind of gross, on the other hand, is both the God's honest truth (remember that kid? The one you all called Picky Picky?) and effective.

Come on in, take a gander at the disgusting things I'm drumming out of my kindergartner one "ewww, gross, think of the CHILDREN" at a time, in the hopes that one day I may actually be able to marry her off (or at least send her to college without her blanket):

Picking Her Nose in Public. If you can't use a tissue, and let's face it, there are those little hard suckers that just never want to come out, there's a room down the hall for digging. Please use it.

Picking Her Nose and Eating It. So it may taste better than broccoli. That doesn't mean I want to see you sample the merchandise.

Pick Her Nose and Wipe It on Things. Noticing a theme here, are you? Yes, we are at the 5 1/2-year-old stage, when the hands are NEVER too busy to inch upward toward the schnoz.

Butt Scratching. Yes, it itches. No, people don't want to think about why.

Screaming From the Bathroom to "Come Look." So my daughter will one day Google herself and find this gem? Good, because the horror on her face will probably come pretty close to that on mine when I come running, thinking my little darling has fallen off a stool and put her nose through her skull or something similarly catastrophic ... only to be presented with a smiling face, the smell of something that died a week ago and has sat in her bowels ever since, and her pointing into the toilet. No, dear, just no.

Eating Sand, Grass, and Dried Up Raisins From Inside the Booster Seat. When I said I wanted a kid with an adventurous palate, I was thinking shellfish. I was not thinking that kid who everyone points to on the playground when a slug is procured from the monkey bars. The clear indication being, of course, that said person at the end of the finger-points will be willing to have a taste to see if it kills kids. Oh no, not my kid.

Stripping. It was OK two years ago, and truth be told there is a butt nekkid picture framed in our living room. That's art. Walking around the park at this age without your panties is just asking for sand in uncomfortable places.

Announcing Her Poots. MUCH better to blame it on someone else (Daddy? The dog?).

Bathroom Talk. I know, for a certain age group, this IS how to converse. We can't kill the art. But when you ask a teacher if they'd prefer to eat diarrhea or drink their own pee, they start making little marks in your permanent record. Let's just finesse that one out of the convo. Thank you!

Entering the Bathroom Without Knocking. Yes, it's lonely out there for the whole 3 minutes it takes someone to pee and wash their hands. Go chase the cat. Crayon on the walls. Play in traffic. SOMETHING.

Wedgie Picking. Like digging for gold, something that has to be done, but can be done even better in the bathroom!

Chewing With an Open Mouth. What's the image you want people to have in mind at your 20th reunion? A nice, smart kid from school or the one who masticated bovine muscles LOUDLY in front of you on hamburger day? If you must eat cows, please don't act like one kids.

Wet Willies. Funny thing, I haven't found ANYONE who enjoys the feeling of a damp finger in the ear. If you know anyone, send them over, she's rather talented at it.

With all these warnings, calls from the school have thus far been limited to "your kid was marked absent today" and "Mrs. Sager, thank you for bringing the fruit plate to the class party." I'm thinking as long as we keep reminding her that she'll be a social pariah if she doesn't quit it, I can keep that tone going.

What are the most disgusting things your kids do in public?"


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Have a happy Friday and weekend everyone!!