Dais came along to an end of term party at a local Toddler Group where I was working last week. We were wearing matching Usborne T shirts and she was helping me demonstrate her favourite titles. When we were heading out the door she said "We're twins Mummy" - and so we were.
However, I did not trash the jewellery stall, poke a delicious home made cup cake down the drain or run off with the face painter's mirror, so not that similar really.
However, she redeemed herself by showing the other tots how our new Wind-Up Train Book works http://tinyurl.com/5m68vz which created a lot of interest and lead to sales, so maybe using cheap child labour was quite a good idea after all?
Wednesday 30 July 2008
Monday 21 July 2008
Postman Dais
As you can already tell from this blog, Daisy commits so many little crimes in a week there are not enough hours in the day to record them all.
I guess the best one of last week has to be when Dais became a postman. You know when you put your hand into your bag, you can pretty much identify all it's contents without looking. When you feel your purse, you know it's your purse - it feels like it!
I arrived at a Toddler Group with my Usborne books one morning and reached into my bag to feel this strange, thin, leather item about the size of my purse, but not my purse. When I pulled it out, it looked like mine, but was empty. That bloomin' Dais.
I called my cleaner to say there was a treat for her if she found where Dais had stashed the contents, but when I got back she was none the wiser. I have had my cleaner longer than I have had the kids, so I took her advice when she said "Why don't you just ask her?" She may be only 2yrs but she is not thick!
So I kindly bent down to her level to ask her where was Mummy's "tickets" as she calls my credit cards. "I posted dem" she said. I had already checked on the front door step, so I was a little confused. "Where did you post dem Dais?" she took my hand and lead me into our lounge with it's real floorboards and pointed "Dere and dere and dere" - every last item from my purse had been pushed down between the floorboards.
The only highlight of that day was witnessing a tired Daddy with a failing torch lifting the boards and shouting "Book of Stamps? Costco card? .."
Absolutely nothing is safe.
I guess the best one of last week has to be when Dais became a postman. You know when you put your hand into your bag, you can pretty much identify all it's contents without looking. When you feel your purse, you know it's your purse - it feels like it!
I arrived at a Toddler Group with my Usborne books one morning and reached into my bag to feel this strange, thin, leather item about the size of my purse, but not my purse. When I pulled it out, it looked like mine, but was empty. That bloomin' Dais.
I called my cleaner to say there was a treat for her if she found where Dais had stashed the contents, but when I got back she was none the wiser. I have had my cleaner longer than I have had the kids, so I took her advice when she said "Why don't you just ask her?" She may be only 2yrs but she is not thick!
So I kindly bent down to her level to ask her where was Mummy's "tickets" as she calls my credit cards. "I posted dem" she said. I had already checked on the front door step, so I was a little confused. "Where did you post dem Dais?" she took my hand and lead me into our lounge with it's real floorboards and pointed "Dere and dere and dere" - every last item from my purse had been pushed down between the floorboards.
The only highlight of that day was witnessing a tired Daddy with a failing torch lifting the boards and shouting "Book of Stamps? Costco card? .."
Absolutely nothing is safe.
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