Yikes

[ailbhe]

Library and dining room tidied, kitchen cleared, one counter and draining boarded cleaned, dishwasher filled, run, and emptied, morning snack and lunch both had, plenty nappies changed, laundry turned on the airing racks, found a large fleece for Linnea so can now launder and put away too-small one.

Also told a lot of stories about Linnea, Emer, Charlie, Lola, Miffy and Maisie. Nyargh. I am so, so tired of the swimming one, but she loves it. And corrects me, god help us, if I get it wrong.

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[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

My Dad used to tell stories about Mary, John, Sam, and Peter, who lived in a hardware store on Neverblue Street.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Telling stories! Not quite there yet chez nous.

My father used to tell us stories about Anthropophagus the Alligator, to which the punchline was inevitably "so he ate [him|her]", and Mr Megalomaniac (the goat on Dalkey Island) and his friend Mr Mooney (the moon). He was a very show-offy parent, in many ways :-)

[ailbhe]

I've tried to make my stories more pretentious to keep myself amused but Linnea corrects me. Linnea and her two friends Malice and Mischief didn't get as far as "and one morning they...". (What a punctuation nightmare that sentence is).

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Aww!

(I had imaginary friends called Bena and - check out the brand loyalty - Ribena. My sister had scapegoats called Time and Food, which was the answer my mother gave to her asking "what makes my hair dirty?".)

[alison.hemuk.myopenid.com (from livejournal.com)]

Lots of my dad's stories were about a little boy and a little girl who lived in a little house in the middle of a big forest, who were forever going down paths they'd never been down before ...

Poppy used to get lots of made-up stories from both of us - the other three, not so much, lol.

Isn't one of the most heart-sinking sentences you can hear from a toddler, "Do it again!"? Then you know you're condemned to it forever. One should be like a magician and never repeat anything ;-)