Tuesday 22 April 2014
An entertaining hour spent with little A
A conversation tonight with the latest love of my life, little A, aged five and three-quarters:
"Let's play countries."
"How do you play?"
"You think of a country, and then you guess what it is."
"Who starts?"
"You do. Think of one, but don't tell me."
"Ok. I've thought of one."
"Do they like eating pain au chocolat there?"
"Yes."
"France."
"Correct. Your turn."
"Ok, I've thought of one."
"Germany?"
"No."
"Give me a clue."
"Well, it snows a lot there."
"Switzerland?"
"No."
"Austria?"
"No."
"Canada?"
"Where?"
"Canada."
"No."
"Give me another clue."
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yes."
"Spain."
She wins every time.
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ReplyDelete(if A is your grandchild, I am super envious - waiting impatiently for a grandbaby)
I am not her grandfather, but she calls me 'grandad', for which I am very honoured - I think.
DeleteOur grandson is 3 ……. he said ' let's play I Spy '.
ReplyDeleteI thought, if he can play I Spy at 3 years of age, he is going to go far.
So, I started …… I spy with my little eye, something begining with C.
' No ' he said, ' That's not how you play it. I'll start.
' I spy with my little eye, something beginning with tree ' !! ….. so, that's how you play I Spy when you're three and can't spell yet !!!! XXXX
We started with a game of I-spy last night, and A began with something beginning with 'C'. After several attempts and when I finally gave up, she pointed to a tambourine. She's actually quite good at spelling, but I don't think she knew what a tambourine is called.
DeleteI love playing games with little children they all win all the time do you think they cheat or just bend the rules.
ReplyDeleteMerle............
They make up the rules as they go along, Merle.
DeleteI hope her name is Ann. If not, you may call her Ann.
ReplyDeleteI'm not saying what her name is, but I will carry on calling her by it.
DeleteI hope you gave her a good talking to.... It's Rain in Spain, not snow.
ReplyDeleteWell I had to concede that my friends in the mountains of El Choro were snowed in this winter, if only for a day.
DeleteActually it was the winter before last, but who's counting. I lost right from the beginning.
Delete..as she sits there thinking silly old fool believes me ...
ReplyDeleteI had no choice but to believe her. Anyway, there were no prizes in this game.
DeleteShe burst into tears twice last night - the first time was when she was frightened by a 6' 3", 17 stone Dutchman. I don't blame her - he frightens me as well.
ReplyDeleteThe second time was when a wobbly milk-tooth finally fell out as she had been expecting for about two weeks. It was the first one and a bit of a shock, I think.
She ran to her father with the milk-tooth and he told her that tonight the Tooth-Fairy will come and leave her money under her pillow. That cheered her up - she's quite keen on money.
When I sked her how much money the fairy was going to leave her, she said "Fifty quid."
"You'll be lucky," was everyone's response!
P.S. That photo I have just put up is of the plait put into her hair by G.E. - my other honorary grand daughter.
DeleteShe should go far.
DeleteStyle guru.
DeleteI shall have to start practising this game, for my 3 yr old grandson arrives in May.
ReplyDeleteFore-arm yourself with world map, before he arrives. You'll still lose, mind you.
Deletelittle kids are the best! they say such funny things. their knock knock jokes are the best, when they don't understand them. laughing to themselves
ReplyDeleteKnock knock.
DeleteI must try this game on interminable car journeys with OB. The alternative is listening to his lectures on Rubik's algorithms and pretending I know what he's talking about. Spanish snow........I must remember that just in case....
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't stand a chance - the boy is obviously gifted at whatever he turns his hand to.
DeleteAnd you are a big softy - long may you continue to be so.
ReplyDeleteI get softer with age. That's why women feel safe with me.
DeleteHumm lull them into a false sense of security eh?
DeleteXxxx
I'm not scared of 6' 3" 17 stone men, Dutch or wherever. What was all that about?
DeleteThen strike! (softly)
DeleteIf you ever met this bloke, Rachel, you would understand.
Little children, so wonderful, so trusting and full of imagination - and their stream of consciousness running in front of your ears (though not always to be understood). As long as no teacher intermeddles, they are not only poets but also artists (I'm not against education, but against education by bores).
ReplyDelete'Intermeddles' - I love that new word, and I intend to use it as often as possible.
DeletePointing at the appropriate parts. I always teach young children . I think you stink. They love it. Their parents mostly do not.
ReplyDeleteI have instructed my solicitor to look at your comment, Trinder, because I cannot tell if anything contained therein may constitute slander, liable, self incrimination, or all three.
DeleteThey are brilliant therapy too, kids. I've just had four neices and nephews staying with me over Easter. I was broken hearted and feeling like I wanted to just step off the planet - and then they arrived on my door step sans parents and totally rattled me out of my malaise.
ReplyDeleteWe found shark eggs and shipwrecks on Good Friday and I reckon I was the better off.
Sorry you have been malaised, Sarah. You should have contacted me, then I would have made you feel better by comparison.
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