Only a look

“I need cake. I need caaa-aaaake!”

“You want to share some cake?”

“Yes. I big piece, you little piece.”

*crickets*

“Er, I little piece, you big piece.”

Good to know she fully understands the nuances of non-verbal communication.

(I baked three small traybakes yesterday. Two are for a school fundraiser, this one I only added half as much sugar as I should have.)

Accidentally Eastenders

Anne: Xavvi and I were playing today.

Me: Mm-hmm (in the way that one who isn’t really paying that much attention mm-hmms).

Anne: He was the King, and I was his bird.

Me: I’m sorry, what?! … Did he tell you that?

(He’s Polish, so that would be weird.)

Anne: No, I told him. I was his pet bird. A parrot!

Honorary Singaporean

Anne’s best mate is over after school. They’re having a snack, and I ask what they want to do after they eat it.

“Eat some more snacks,” I’m cheerfully told.

Someone get that girl a Singapore passport and a map of all the hawker centres.

What happens when you are incapable of not talking

Anne’s experiencing her second week of school, and she has now made friends (“On the pirate ship!” Oh, if only my primary school had one of those) with twin boys who — while not in her actual class at school — happen to be in the same after-school swim class. Their mum said that they wanted her to have a sleepover at theirs.

Oh, the innocence of youth.

Also, that means today’s swimming lesson involved the three of them mucking about enough to get gently told off by the coach. This could be a long year, pool-wise.