So Georgie is teething this week, or stretching her naughty muscles, or both. We have had a few days where she won't sleep unless tucked up in arms and patted. Now my neck has gone out in protest. Aye chihuahua! The only way to describe the pain of turning my head to the left is in the 80's classic term of agony. IT WRECKS. Man, it wrecks.
Instead I'll tell you about Ivy's public speaking challenge. All the kindy kids are giving a one-minute speech this term on the subject 'Me'. Ivy has made a set of palm cards with little pictures to remind her of her main points. They are: princesses, fairies, cherries, books and the family. Keith and I listened to a run through a few days ago and suggested tat she might try saying two things about each item once she had glanced at it.
'For instance, ' I said, ' When you look at the princess picture you might say princesses live in castles, and they become Queens.' 'Or you could say that Daddy once kissed a princess', Keith suggested.
That sounded like a good story. I raised an enquiring eyebrow. 'Not true, ' Keith said, sotto voce. 'But it's a good one to spread around.'
I cannot tell you how funny it has been to us ever since, when Ivy gets to that part of her speech. 'I love princesses because they are beautiful, ' she says, 'and also, my Daddy kissed one once.'
Ivy finishes her talk with an elaborate, deep, Elizabethan bow-flourish.
I love that crazy kid.