Tonight while watching Home and Away she saw Charlie step onto the road and get hit by a passing car. She turned to me as if she was the mummy and I was the child and she said "See? That's what happens."
She has also worked out that swearing is a great way to relieve stress. You may or may not be aware that there is research to support this. (true!) So when Annabelle is really, really cross with us she squares up and says in a very angry tone "FUCKEN!!" That's it. Just Fucken. Nothing after it. Sometimes it's accompanied by a smack, so we attempt to curb the smacking but I'm not sure what to do about the language. I mean really... I got cranky in the car the other day and called another driver a fuckwit, so how can I hope to teach her not to swear?
She has a fabulous little group of friends from childcare and they are all spending a lot of time together on the weekends and we are now arranging dinners and barbecues as family groups. That has been great for making me feel more settled in Adelaide. We are enrolling them all into the same kindy next year and the same primary school the year after that. Yes, primary school. I figure as long as I'm here I might as well embrace it, right?
Where was I? Oh yes, when referring to past events, as far as Annabelle is concerned everything happened "To 'smorning". Doesn't matter if it was yesterday or last week or six months ago. It was "to 'smorning".
There are so many more and I really need to write them down.
Oh yes the latest is "You're not my friend". One day she was adamant that I was not her friend, only daddy was her friend. I told her that I think we are all friends and we all love each other. She told me firmly, "No. I only love one 'chuther".
Anyway, I need to go to bed. I have my meeting in the morning to get my tutorial work to study!!
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