We made daddy some fairy cakes for his birthday. We put candles in, and since there were some left over, we lit them all so that Little Miss could blow one out. Don't forget to make a wish, I said.
I already have! she said
What did you wish for?
I wish I was Tinkerbell when I grow up...
...I wish I had a puppy and a kitten when I'm bigger...
...and hamsters...
...And a hundred babies.
A hundred babies!
Yes. All girls though.
Oh! Why?
Because boys just distract girls.
Friday, 27 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Why do I have to look pretty, Mummy?
I was attempting to pull a brush through the mass of tangles that is my daughter's hair, much to her consternation.
'There!' I said, 'Now you look pretty.'
She paused. Then looked at me and said:
'Why I do I need to look pretty, Mummy?'
And I didn't know what to answer, because she doesn't need to look pretty, does she? I don't even know why I said it. I brush her hair because she gets her food all over it and so that I can tie it up and she can actually see what she's doing. And then I read this:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-bloom/how-to-talk-to-little-gir_b_882510.html
The truth is the future – her future – terrifies me. When I was 11 or 12 I couldn't care less what I looked like... I was too busy going out on my BMX bike. But her generation are in the thick of it: a society obsessed with celebrities who are botoxed, boob-jobbed and fillered to within an inch of their lives. Everyone is judged first by appearance - ask questions later. And the peer pressure, oh the peer pressure. Have you noticed young girls these days (and boys, for that matter) they all look the same. Their hair is the same, their make-up is the same, they wear the same clothes. It makes me want to up sticks and move us all to a desert island until she's, like, thirty.
In the end, this is what I said:
'You don't have to look pretty, honey.' I said. 'But you can't do glueing and sticking and eating at school with your hair in your face, can you!'
'No!' she agreed.
And I resolved to think twice before using the word 'pretty'!
'There!' I said, 'Now you look pretty.'
She paused. Then looked at me and said:
'Why I do I need to look pretty, Mummy?'
And I didn't know what to answer, because she doesn't need to look pretty, does she? I don't even know why I said it. I brush her hair because she gets her food all over it and so that I can tie it up and she can actually see what she's doing. And then I read this:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-bloom/how-to-talk-to-little-gir_b_882510.html
The truth is the future – her future – terrifies me. When I was 11 or 12 I couldn't care less what I looked like... I was too busy going out on my BMX bike. But her generation are in the thick of it: a society obsessed with celebrities who are botoxed, boob-jobbed and fillered to within an inch of their lives. Everyone is judged first by appearance - ask questions later. And the peer pressure, oh the peer pressure. Have you noticed young girls these days (and boys, for that matter) they all look the same. Their hair is the same, their make-up is the same, they wear the same clothes. It makes me want to up sticks and move us all to a desert island until she's, like, thirty.
In the end, this is what I said:
'You don't have to look pretty, honey.' I said. 'But you can't do glueing and sticking and eating at school with your hair in your face, can you!'
'No!' she agreed.
And I resolved to think twice before using the word 'pretty'!
Thursday, 5 January 2012
The Book is Out!
Every parent wishes that their children came with their very own instruction manual. Alas, in the absence of such a thing I am very proud to have been able to contribute to Joanne Mallon's excellent book on the minefield that is toddler-rearing. You can get yours here!
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