Me: Guess Who?’s a good game, shall we play?
Child: Do you love this game?
Me: I suppose so, it is very fun
Child: Do you play it with your children?
Me: I don’t have any children, we’ve been over this before.
Child: But then who is your family?
I have just got a little boy into bed, read him a story, tucked him in etc etc when suddenly he says…
Child: I need Tiger.
Me: I’ll go and get him, don’t worry!
Child: No I’ll come with you, in case you get lonely.
This evening it snowed and so, naturally, the children I was looking after and I went outside to have a snowball fight. We got very cold and drenched so I suggested they have a hot milk before bed. This lead to the following..
Child 1: Would you like a hot drink?
Me: No thank you, I brushed my teeth before I left!
Child 1: turns to Child 2 Make Ceci a hot drink please, she looks cold. Whispered I think she’s just being polite.
I taught a little girl to play ‘Would You Rather?’ a few weeks ago, and it has quickly become her favourite pass time.
Me: Would you rather have teeny tiny hands, or massive huge one metre long ones?
Child: Hhmmmmmm….I think the massive ones, because I could just put them through the washing machine and then they’d be normal sized again.
I couldn’t argue with her logic, it was too cute.
Child: You look nervous, what’s wrong?
Me: I’m just having my hair cut later, that’s all
Child: Noooooo don’t! Don’t get it cut! Please!
Me: But it’s got loads of split ends, I really need one! I won’t have a lot taken off, I promise.
Child: But I LIKE your hair with split ends, you look PRETTY with them.
Walking to the beach with 3 year old boy.
Child: I’m tired.
Me: We’ve only been walking a few minutes! We’re nearly there, come on.
Child: I think maybe my leg is broken.
Me: *sigh* Would you like a piggy back?
Child: Yes thanks, that might help. *climbs up* This is much better. Much more what I was expecting from today.
Background:Girl has two Friends over for the day, I am looking after all three
Girl: Ceci is my best friend.
Friends: We thought we were your best friends?
Me: No no I’m sure you’re her best friends, I’m more of like a…mate.
Girl: No Ceci. Lying is wrong. They can be my best friends at school, but you’re my best best friend.