The secret diary of Lina, aged two and a bit
Friday 15th March 2012, morning
Ah, I'm awake. There's Mimi. Where's Nono? PANIC. WHERE IS NONO? Oh, here he is, under my arm. Why is my nappy wet? I want this nappy off. I want to get out of bed. What's this? If I pull on it, what happens next? Ouch. I'm going to cry. MAMA MAMA MAMA. No response. I have to throw toys at the door. Ah, Mama. I can stop crying now. Take my nappy off. No, I want to play, don't take my nappy off. Where's my book? No, not that one, the one with the dogs. I want to kiss you. No, don't hug me. I want to play.
Toddler runs off arms flailing, nappyless with baby body flapping behind, into the living room.
AH TOYS! JOY! BLISS! I want to empty the basket. BANG, CRASH. What's that you've got, Mama? Oh, it's your mobile phone. I want to press buttons. I want to talk to Papa. Hello Papa. I'm having a wonderful morning except Mama keeps doing things I don't like. I don't need my face washed, I'm not dirty and tell her that there's no need for a nappy. I'm a big girl. Oh oh. Pee. Must find Mama.
I want to eat. NOW! Why am I waiting? What are you doing, woman? No, don't mash up the banana, I like it whole. I want yoghurt. It's cold outside. Where's Nono? Where's Mimi? Can I play with Helena today? Why did you give me this banana whole? I want it mashed up. How many times do I need to tell you? I want that brown powdery stuff. That. Over there. THAT. THERE. Yes, that. What did you call it? Sin-o-men. Yeah, whatever. I want it. Yes, success! I have the jar. I'm going to pour the sin-o-men on my tray. Ah, bliss. It's so soft. Look, I drew Papa. I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that, well, you gave me the jar. What did you expect? Now I think it should go on the floor. I don't want it any more.
I want to play. Why are you carrying me to the bathroom? I don't want to brush my teeth. I'm going to hide behind the towels. Aw, why did you take them down to throw them in the bath tub? I'm going to have to lie down on my face and refuse to budge. You can't make me take my hands away. OK, you can't make me open my mouth. OK, but just this once because I was crying.
I have escaped the clutches of that cleanliness freak and now I can do what I am destined to do. PLAY!!!
Ah, I'm awake. There's Mimi. Where's Nono? PANIC. WHERE IS NONO? Oh, here he is, under my arm. Why is my nappy wet? I want this nappy off. I want to get out of bed. What's this? If I pull on it, what happens next? Ouch. I'm going to cry. MAMA MAMA MAMA. No response. I have to throw toys at the door. Ah, Mama. I can stop crying now. Take my nappy off. No, I want to play, don't take my nappy off. Where's my book? No, not that one, the one with the dogs. I want to kiss you. No, don't hug me. I want to play.
Toddler runs off arms flailing, nappyless with baby body flapping behind, into the living room.
AH TOYS! JOY! BLISS! I want to empty the basket. BANG, CRASH. What's that you've got, Mama? Oh, it's your mobile phone. I want to press buttons. I want to talk to Papa. Hello Papa. I'm having a wonderful morning except Mama keeps doing things I don't like. I don't need my face washed, I'm not dirty and tell her that there's no need for a nappy. I'm a big girl. Oh oh. Pee. Must find Mama.
I want to eat. NOW! Why am I waiting? What are you doing, woman? No, don't mash up the banana, I like it whole. I want yoghurt. It's cold outside. Where's Nono? Where's Mimi? Can I play with Helena today? Why did you give me this banana whole? I want it mashed up. How many times do I need to tell you? I want that brown powdery stuff. That. Over there. THAT. THERE. Yes, that. What did you call it? Sin-o-men. Yeah, whatever. I want it. Yes, success! I have the jar. I'm going to pour the sin-o-men on my tray. Ah, bliss. It's so soft. Look, I drew Papa. I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that, well, you gave me the jar. What did you expect? Now I think it should go on the floor. I don't want it any more.
I want to play. Why are you carrying me to the bathroom? I don't want to brush my teeth. I'm going to hide behind the towels. Aw, why did you take them down to throw them in the bath tub? I'm going to have to lie down on my face and refuse to budge. You can't make me take my hands away. OK, you can't make me open my mouth. OK, but just this once because I was crying.
I have escaped the clutches of that cleanliness freak and now I can do what I am destined to do. PLAY!!!
Wonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteThanks Icy. I wasn't sure if I could pull this one off.
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