>A Dig Yourself Into A Hole Moment
I’ve been told off for being too open with Princess and causing her confusion as she doesn’t know how to deal with the information she asks for. The other day she went around telling the kids at the child minder’s that her mummy said she can have a boyfriend soon, when in fact I’d said when she was waaaaaay older she could have a talk to her daddy and if he said yes then sure (knowing The King would say no till his death bed).
Anyway, fast forward a couple of days and we are innocently browsing photos on the iPod on the way home from work/child minder when Princess sees this:
Princess: ooooh nooooo!
Moi: what’s wrong sweetpea?
Princess: why have I got blood on my face!?
Moi: (long pause) hmmm, because you’d just come out of
mummy’s tummy like 3 minutes ago
Princess: oh . . . so you cut me mummy? (imagine a look of shock
and disgust on her face)
Moi: umm noo, the bloods not yours its – (on second thoughts . .) no I didn’t cut you sugar
Princess: right, so where was daddy?
Moi: he took the photo
Princess: (glows) oooh I see so daddy took me to the hospital for them to fix the blood, my daddy
saved me, that’s why I’m all wrapped up!?
Moi: sure, that’s right, daddy saved you
Princess: Oh that makes sense then mummy!
Queue next photo.
Remind me to pre screen photos in future and stick to landscapes and butterflies.