Yesterday morning, as I was taking Romilly to Debs’ house, she told me that she wasn’t “allowed to live in the awful tower”. Romilly told me that there was a picture that would explain what she meant.
As a paranoid parent, I’m always on the watch for language that might mean something else; something terrible.
So, arriving at Debs’ house, I asked if Romilly could show me this picture of the awful tower. Debs seemed amused, but I went in to see the cause of my daughter’s concern. Romilly raced into the living room to show me a set of construction photos of… the Eiffel Tower.
No Romilly, you can’t live in France.
Ah yes, I did hear about this. Looks like she’s going to be a bit of a traveller perhaps.
Hmm what sort of language do you mean?? for something terrible?
By the way… If romilly says I lock her in the cupboard in hr bedroom she really means I give her lots of cuddles and kisses *LOL*
But if she tells you I forgot to pick her up from school… that is, unfortunately,…true… oops…
when are we going to see new pics of Romilly? Isn’t she about eight by now?!
Alas, due to the linearity of time, Romilly is only 5. I’m sure she would rather be 8, but we will all have to just wait.