“You have a lot of grey hair Mummy,” says Belle as she gets into my bed this morning. Charming. No ‘good morning Mummy’, ‘I hope you slept well Mummy’.
“Er, yes, thanks for pointing that out.”
She snuggles down and I decide to change the subject before she starts pointing out my blackheads or poking the fat on my thighs.
“Belle,” I say, “what would you say are your strengths and weaknesses?”
“What are strengths and weaknesses?”
“They are things you are good at or do well, things about you that you are pleased with, or things you don’t do so well or would like to improve.”
“Um…” she doesn’t looked particularly gripped by the question. “I don’t know. What are yours?”
“Well, I’d say I’m pretty efficient…”
“You’re good at writing,” adds Belle.
“Yes,” I have to agree there, “good at writing. And funny.”
“Meh…”
“Meh?”
“Yeah, you’re not that funny. Although what you said just then was funny,” she adds, hoping to reassure me.
“What, me saying I was funny is a joke?”
“Yeah!” she laughs.
Hmph.
“Weaknesses… I guess I sometimes say yes to too much work.”
“That is definitely true,” she says. “If someone say to you do blah blah for blah blah pounds you always say ‘yes of course!'”
She clearly knows me well.
“You’re a quick writer too mummy,” she adds, eyeing my notebook and pencil suspiciously.
“So what about you?” I ask.
“I’m a good swimmer,” she says, still with an eye on my notepad. “Can I write them down?”
“Well,” I admit, scribbling furiously, “I’m not writing a list as such, I’m just writing down the funny way that you say things.”
“Hey! You’re writing down everything I say aren’t you?” She narrows her eyes at me in mock annoyance. I read aloud that last sentence as I write it down and she slaps me.
Not quite the reaction I’d hoped for. I think I need to work on my interview techniques.
Photo – my gorgeous girl looking like butter wouldn’t melt…
Ah ! I’ve only got 2 grey hairs, I’m still hmm’ing and haa’ing about whether to pull them out or not :)
I’ve heard you grow two more for every one you pull out. Fact.
The other day my daughter told me ‘Your boobs are falling down.’ Gotta love them.
I laughed out loud when I read that and Belle wanted to know what I was laughing at. When I told her she looked confused and said ‘everyone’s boobs fall down apart from children’s”, so I hope that reassures you that you’re not alone :-)
Kids always suss us out dont they my son looked at some pics of me a while ago and said …gosh mu,,y you used to be THIN!
lol, did he look totally shocked?
lol Jo, I remember you once telling me that Bee had looked at you curiously and then said “Mummy, why are your boobs LONG?”
tee hee
Ha ha! Yes, I remember that – oh dear…
You’ve got to have thick skin with children don’t you? My 4 year old tells me I have a big bottom so when I say it’s not actually that big he laughs as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. And my toddler was poking my tummy the other day saying ‘big tummy’ in his toddlerspeak. But then again I’d just told him he had a lovely big tummy so maybe I’m not helping myself? Lovely picture of your daughter.
Belle does that too when I try and defend myself. Next to her tiny seven year old frame I must just look like a massive pile of wobbly lard :-)
My daughters always say that too when I say I’m funny. “You’re not that funny mum, you can’t do good funny voices or impressions really can you!” Damn youtube for raising the bar on humour. I mean I’m funny dammit I don’t care what you rugrats think.
Thay are WRONG. You are definitely funny. Fact.
Hee hee. It started as a diversion technique when my toddler was being naughty. We’d say, “where’s your belly?” and she’d whip up her top giggling. Brilliant, cute and worked as a diversion…but now she wants to find mine – and giggle and poke!
Cute :-) It’s always lovely to have someone poke your chubby bits and laugh isn’t it?
Brilliant – she’s gorgeous!
Thank you – I think so :-)
LOL love it!!