On being slammed

Emma slapped me today, completely out of the blue, with no apparent anger or provocation. She accompanied it with a loud and resounding "Slam!"

When I protested and told her not to hit me, she explained patiently, "I wasn't hitting you Mumma. I was pretending you were a door."

Aye, aye, aye...

Celebrating Mummy

Caroline has won a big award for work and we are in Kelowna (about 5 hours from Vancouver) for the award ceremony. We told Emma that we all need to dress up and be "spiffy" for the banquet tonight.

Emma as a result is in the bath and refuses to get out  - apparently, she needs a "long, long bath" because she's "not spiffy yet."  Hopefully, part of her definition of spiffy is actually getting dressed! :)

Not a good adult

(After lights out.)
Mumma: You're supposed to be sleeping, kiddo.
Emma (shrugging, looking absolutely adorable, with a "what can you do?" attitude): I'm just not a very good adult, Mumma. I'm supposed to sleep but I just want to play.

Today's lesson

If you're on a budget, never let a hormonal pregnant woman loose at her children's future school and let her bid on a baby basket in a silent auction...