“Mummy…..” she said in that slightly irritating whiny way that 5 year olds have perfected and which you know will precede a question that involves you doing something, or that presents you with a new complicated job to do.
“Mummy…….. I need a costume for school for the Christmas assembly”
“OK luv, what do you need?” I say overly cheerily to suppress the groan that is threatening.
“I need a quilt, mummy”
“A quilt?” I frown.
“Yes” she says seeing the doubt in my eyes and nodding her little head furiously. “A quilt”. Obviously I am doubtful. I have an image in my head of a small child swamped with her winter quilt, over her head, wrapped around her like Mary’s shawl in the nativity, a large belt strapping it all together. Ahhhh... I think I may be on to something.
“Is it to dress up as Mary? Or a Shepherd?” I ask thinking I’ve worked it out. But she’s not at all happy with that suggestion and I can see very quickly that she is disgusted with my apparent stupidity.
“NO Mummy” At one point I think she’s going to tut at me and she says very slowly and slightly loudly.. “We have to dress up like the Countries.”
“Countries?”
“Yes Mummy.” I can tell she’s getting exasperated now. “So I need a quilt. Like they wear in bonny Scotland…………”
And so it transpires that the children have been learning about the Olympics and are doing a Christmas assembly on this subject, in which my daughter is supporting Scotland. I am not sure which made my laugh more in the next 10 minutes until I finally came up for air, the ‘quilt’ or the fact that my daughter had used the word ‘bonny’. A word we have never used in any context previously before!
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