Lillian is so bossy when she is at my parents. She bosses everone around.
She decided to play ‘driving’ game this arvo. She pretended the cot is the
car so she climbed in the cot and pretended to put her seat belt on and
shifted the gear and started driving. She pretended that she hit a kangaroo
so she stopped the car, undid the seat belt , climbed out the cot and went
to inspect the kangaroo. She then reported to me that the kangaroo is dead
and went back to her ‘car’ and drove us to the blueberry farm…
(I’m in New York at the moment.)
L: “I’m going on a big helicopter.”
“Really! Where are you going?”
L: “Upstairs… to the dentist… to make a big rainbow… so beautiful…”
Today I was out in our little front yard picking tomatoes, when a gust of wind slammed shut the front door. Me outside, Lillian inside. Keys inside. Teresa not expected home for an hour yet.
I can peek through the letter slot in the front door. Lillian is just inside. “Lillian, can you open the door?” She can’t reach the deadlock.
“Lillian, can you get the portable step from the kitchen.?” Off she goes, gets the step, brings it back. Now she can reach the deadlock, but can’t turn it.
“Can you go to the desk in the study and find my keys?” She comes back with the keys. “Now pass them to me.” She can’t reach high enough, and I can’t reach through the slot.
There are some thin bamboo stakes in the garden. I fetch one and poke it through the slot, angled down so she could reach it. “Put the keys on the stick.” She tries but they fall off.
“Put the keys on the stick like a ring on your finger.” This works. She threads the keyring onto the stake, and I quickly lift the end of the stake so the keys slide down, through the letter slot and into my hand.
“We did it!!”
I said “She’s so selfish.” She said “Where’s the shellfish?”
We’re reading Little Nemo. She points at the shark, whose name is Bruce, and says “That’s Bruce, and I have a bruise on my knee.”
She’s getting out of the bath. I say “I’ll get the towel.” She says “No, not the tail. The towel.”
These days, we ride my bicycle to the Queensberry child centre in the morning, and back home in the evening. Lillian sits in the child-carrying backpack on my back. We take a shortcut through Melbourne University campus, which is a maze of narrow footpaths and alleyways. Lillian is a backseat driver, saying “This way!” and pointing where to go. Whenever we pass the Scary Man Tunnel
we have to go in for a short ride. Inside, we’re in the tummy of a whale (actually, the underground car park, most famous as a setting for some scenes in the original Max Max movie). Fortunately, we always manage to escape again.
Today was something new – first visit to the dentist! At first she didn’t quite know what was going on, and held her mouth firmly shut. So Daddy had his teeth checked, while she watched. Then it was “MY TURN!” and she opened wide to show off her mouthful of teeth.
Fortunately her teeth are in great shape.
The visit was very easy. A short stroll up to Royal Parade (a block and a half) – seen to immediately – and then it only cost us $24 for a checkup for both of us, because our insurance covered most of it. The whole trip only took about half an hour.
As we walked home along Royal Parade, Lillian suddenly said “Scary lion!” She had seen the detail on one of the ornate Victorian terrace houses that are so typical of this area:
She then noticed the face on the next pillar and said “Just like Mermaid’s father” – referring to Neptune the movie The Little Mermaid, which has been her favourite lately.