a tisket a tasket, a brown and yellow basket
there have been some stellar quotes floating around our home these past few days.
jasper informed me last night, "maybe my piece of broccoli (that he was refusing to eat) should go on a plane to canada"
sela, lamenting the fact that i have run out of cherry chapstick (after which is liberally applied to their lips, they make little smacking noises)…."will i ever kiss ‘gain, mummy?" (hopefully not).
on the way home from swimming today, we were in the taxi and i asked sebastian if swimming lessons were as fun as swimming in phuket. and he said, "no mummy, we were mermaids in the water. but not when i was throwing up or had to do a poo."
poo. a topic that is getting way too much air time, and hence odor in our home. from carys, of all people. sunday, i discovered that while her siblings had done a wee in the corner, she had chosen to do a poo in her flip flop. a POO!
monday, her siblings kept their wees to themselves, but carys planted a poo in her toy basket, and did a wee as well. she was devastated when i found out. and of course, i punished her with a not so warm shower, which was awful for her and me. but it was a good consequence for her action. and she had to help clean it up, of course.
WHERE IS CHARLES? HE IS IN TORONTO!
but she told me that she doesn’t want to do poos in the toilet.
but you did poos in the toilet in phuket? i questioned her.
yes, but apparently that is different. carys offered to go back to phuket every time she needed to do a poo. she was quite eager in this offer. i wish. our conversation pretty much ended there…her voice drops down past a whisper when she gets upset or thinks people are upset with her. so i don’t know what she is thinking. or doing. i am not sure if carys did her movement at school today (certainly not at home) so our negotiations are at a detente.
my frazzled nerves. i feel sore, and black and brown all over.
