The girls were having a conversation yesterday about their future jobs.
Hannah: When I grow up I’m not going to work in a work [=office], I’m going to work at home.
Me: Don’t you think you might get a bit lonely?
Lauren: Well, when I grow up, I’m going to be a dentist, because they always have someone there to help them. And I like giving out stickers.
Hannah: Well I’m going to be a dentist too so I can be with Lauren.
How lovely. I do worry that neither of them has thought through the less sticker-related aspects of the job, though, such as root canal work.
Whirling twirling whirring by Nicola Whitaker
Nicola (Hannah and Lauren’s other trained handler) took this wonderful picture recently on a visit to Skipton Castle. The bright flurry of activity in the middle is two fast-moving young girls. The whole picture is a perfect visual representation of life in our family – everything flashing past in a squealing blur of pink.
At the age of five and a half, Hannah and Lauren’s grasp of “square words” is still not quite there. A conversation from earlier today:
Hannah: “Daddy, Lauren just said ‘pupils’!”
Lauren (in protest): Hannah started it!!
A classic from Lauren yesterday:
“Daddy, I know what a weirdo is.”
“Oh yes? What is it?”
[Seriously] “Well, it’s a lady whose husband has died.”