Kids. Don’t you just love ’em?
On a good day they’ll say the sweetest things, shower you in kisses and bring you glasses of water if you’re feeling hungover. But just like the girl with the curl, when they are bad, they are horrid. In the heat of a temper Belle will say the most outrageous things – that I can handle – but often they will say or do things that are just thoughtless or uncaring, things that when you hear them over and over can be a bit of a dent to your self-esteem.
One morning last week for instance Bee was in my room, trying her best to make her hair look as neglected as possible. Eventually she flung the brush down in despair, a look of thunder on her face – she was clearly not getting the back combed height she was striving for.
“Arrrggghhh!” she groaned, and turned to me accusingly, “my hair is FLAT. Can’t you just go away, the flatness of your hair is dragging mine down.”
After presenting me with such a beautiful love note last week, Belle obviously felt the need to redress the balance. I was chatting to a friend in the kitchen on Sunday morning when she came in smiling, with a piece of paper behind her back.
“You look very pleased with yourself,” I said. “Have you drawn a lovely picture?”
She nodded, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.
“Have you drawn a naughty picture?”
Her smile widened and she nodded again. She took the picture from behind her back and laid it on the table, giggling.
“That’s a bear,” she said, “that’s me laughing, and that’s you crying with your foot in a bear trap.”
Lovely. With kids like these, who needs enemies…