Ramble 3 of 514 January , 2013
And I shall call him…
Last week one afternoon when I went to go and collect Nicola from school, she comes walking towards me to greet me and spots some random little boy loitering near the gate. Okay, he wasn’t loitering exactly, he was wobbling – you could see the poor little guy has clearly just got the hang of standing on his own cause he’s still a baby.
She says, “Mommy! This is my brother.” Me, “No, he’s not.” Nicola, “YES, he is.” Me, “Nope, he is not.” Nicola, “YES! HE IS MY BROTHER!” (I’m thinking perhaps a few of the kids in her class recently gained new siblings and this must be the reason for all this. Me, “So if he’s your brother, what’s his name?” …Nicola, “Mmmm…Barbie.” Mwahahaha! Poor kid.
- I quite like this angle on Nicola and the paintbrush. Doesn’t she look deep in thought here?
- And now we’re conducting music with said paintbrush outside!
- This was just after the haircut I gave her, so I was trying to see if I managed to get it more or less even.
- What’s this?
- A fort!