creeps the garden snail
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Thanks to two days a week at nursery and the weekly cavalcade of socialisation slash pedagogical activities I subject her to, Rebecca is slowly, very slowly, coming to grips with the concept of taking turns. All well and good, but the trouble starts when she attempts to apply her newfound wisdom in the adult world. So a couple of times lately we've been stuck behind the slowest person in the queue, and Becca has begun to pipe up with 'Mummy's! Mummy's turn now! Mummy's! Mummy's turn now! MUMMY'S! MUMMY'S TURN NOW!' at ever-increasing volume. Quite frankly if we were still in the UK this sort of anarchistic behaviour would have got the responsible parent, i.e. me, lynched by now. Or at least tutted to a pulp.
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