Conversations with Lily #2
Monday 31st December 2012
Lily: why do I have to look so much like you?
Me: because you are blessed.
Lily: it’s not fair.
Me: *dignified silence*
Lily: *sigh* I wish I wasn’t blessed with your moon-like round face and double chins.
Me: you’re not. Your moon-like face and chins are nothing to do with me.
Lily: are you calling me fat?
Me: no.
Lily: yeah but did you mean I was fat?
Me: no.
Lily: I wish I had straight hair.
Me: no, you don’t.
Lily: yeah but I do. I hate my hair, it’s a right pain.
Me: your hair is lovely. It is your crowning glory. Lots of girls wish they had curls.
Lily: Dad’s got really curly hair, you have quite curly hair, why did
I have to get it and Florence got the straight hair?
Me: Florence also wishes she had curly hair.
Lily: no, she doesn’t. She mocks my hair. She says things get caught in it and never get out.
Me: well, that is true.
Lily: also, I got my shortness from you. Gee!
Thanks mum! *with penetrating irony*
Me: I am not short, I am almost 5 foot 5 inches, that’s not short. You are a bit short, that is true, but it’s not my fault.
Lily: are you saying I’m short?
Me: yes. Not very though.
Lily:
God mum.
Me: on the plus side, you both have nice eyelashes! And I think you have inherited my nature!
Lily: (after a lengthy pause) would you rather be married to dad if his name was Dilbert Chesty-La-Roux and you couldn’t change it, OR have to live for a week in a giant cello case?
Me: (after a short pause) am I allowed to come out of the giant cello case to use the bathroom?
Lily: no.
Me: In that case I am going to go with being Mrs Chesty-La-Roux.
Lily:
seriously??!!
Me: yes. Because I think the giant cello case would be very insanitary.
Mark: (coming into the sitting room having heard this exchange from the hall computer)
What the hell is wrong with you two?
Lily: shut it Dilbert!
Your reference to coming out of the wrong tube station exit has made me feel so much better! Returning to work one lunchtime before Chritmas, having completed some last minute (thus stressful) Christmas shopping, I also came out of the wrong exit and got myself so lost I had to call a colleague to direct me back!
It looks like 2013 is beginning as 2012 ended. The above comment was clearly intended to sit at the end of your ‘Resolve’ post.
Claire, that is so similar to what I did! I had to ring a former colleague to ‘talk me back’ to the office. Seriously, a bad day at the office…