There was a raging debate going on in our bed at 7 o’clock this morning. It went something like this:
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader! RAAAARRGGHHH!!! (Note: this is a Darth Vader who wears a nightie and roars like a tiger. No heavy breathing required.)
Parents “shriek” with “fright”.
Lauren: I’m Barbie!
Parents sigh with relief.
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader!!
Lauren: No-o! I’m Darth Vader now!
Hannah: OK.
Lauren: I’m Darth Vader!! RAARGGHHHHH!!!
Shriek!
Hannah: I’m Darth Vader!! RAA…
Lauren: No! You’re Barbie!
Hannah: But I want to be Darth Vader!
Simultaneously:
Lauren: Mummy, Hannah won’t be Barbie!
Hannah: Daddy, it’s my turn to be Darth Vader!
And so on, forever. It’s funny how quickly we can be out of bed some days.
It’s not Parliament, but it’s a start.
Oh no - it was far too civilised for that.
You don’t have to post this - I don’t want to appear to be trying to take over the blog with amusing stories, but I wanted to share something my twin daughters said which seems worthy of Hannah and Lauren. Jessica loves colouring in outlines of pictures (horses, elephants, etc) drawn by her loving parents - well, usually Helen rather than me. The other day I drew an outline of a dog for her. May be not a masterpiece worthy of Rembrandt, but still a dog.
Jessica (doubtfully) “Oh…. Thank you Daddy”
Katherine (brightly) “Daddy, are you any better at pussy cats?”
Well, that put me in my place…
Andy
Nice story, Andy!! We get that kind of comment too! But then, to counterbalance, we get ones like the other morning, when I’d just got out of bed, still in pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, etc., gave Hannah a kiss and she said, “Ooh Daddy, you smell lovely” - without a hint of irony.