As
we’re in the kitchen making lunch:
Megan:
Dat spidewr in my dowwhouse?
Me:
Yes?
Megan:
He got afwaid.
Me:
He got afraid? Of what?
Megan:
Of da fundewr.
Me:
So what happened?
Megan:
He used his long legs and wun away!
Me,
trying not to laugh at the visual: What did he do after that?
Megan,
shrugging: He’s stiww dawre. He’s in anovewr woom.
Me:
Well what does he do in there?
Megan:
I dunno. He better not pway wiv my peepoo (people)!
Me:
What would you do if he did play with your people? Punch him in the
nose?
Megan,
giving me a withering look: Mummy! He doesn’t HAVE a nose! He’s a
spidewr!
Me,
getting quieter: Okay, what do I know? I’m just a mom, I don’t
know anything about these spiders that might play with dollhouse
people but don’t have noses….
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