Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
Over the past few days, Róisín the 'almost five-year-old' has uttered:
While on an airplane flying at somewhere approaching 30,000 feet:
"Why is the sky up here?"
Referring to her new Disney Beauty And The Beast book:
Róisín: "I'm Belle!"
Sínéad (in a teasing fashion): "I'm Belle!"
Me: (Maintaining the 'I'm Spartacus' theme): "I'm Belle!"
Róisín (upset): "You're NOT Belle! Daddies are beasts!"
Now, every time the beast appears in the story, either reading the book or listening to the accompanying CD, she enthusiastically points out to me that "This is your bit, daddy!"
While trying to elicit from her a reason as to why birds were in the trees in Bunratty, the following conversation emerged:
Me: (listening to the bird sounds in the trees) "Why do you think the birds are up in the trees? What do you think birds have that are in trees? ... Can you see anything else in the trees?"
Róisín: "Porcupines!"
(I was pretty much silenced by this remark and humbly pointed out the nests that I could see without really dealing with the issues of potential spiny ground-dwelling creatures having taken to the tree-tops...)
