Bee.
It has been known for me to say my eldest lacks imagination, that her approach to life is much more scientific / instructive / destructive. However, perhaps I have underestimated her somewhat.
Today our walk home from playgroup involved a crocodile, who proceeded to give birth to 29 babies! Their father abandoned them owing to this large influx of new life but the mother was strong and able. So strong and able in fact she bit our toes! So Mirabelle helpfully applied string and we rode the mother croc home whilst the babies swam behind us. They were very well behaved at lunch and Bee informed me she was to be a farmers wife. I told her she could be a farmer but she insisted a farmers wife was best because, and I quote, "then I don't have to do as much". Oh how the feminist in me died a little. She also announced she would be adding to her brood of 29 babies and 1 adult crocodile with a peacock and a cat. When questioned over the safety of this arrangement she reassured me all would be well because "I'm their minder, I will mind then". All the animals walked fantastically to preschool and upon collecting Bee I was told some sort of shenanigans had taken place because now joining us on our trek to the co-op were 100 crocodiles, 100 peacocks and 100 cats! I was rather astounded but Bee assured me that it was perfectly fine. We even managed to work out what 3*100 was and she spent some time marvelling over her 300 animals.
They are of course all in bed with her, apart from the mother-crocodile who is too big and fat and full of babies. Seems her brood will be expanding further still.
In other news Mirabelle felt my tummy earlier and announced it to be, "nice and full of baby and maybe just one little crocodile too". Maybe this crocodile-reproduction epidemic is infectious?
Today our walk home from playgroup involved a crocodile, who proceeded to give birth to 29 babies! Their father abandoned them owing to this large influx of new life but the mother was strong and able. So strong and able in fact she bit our toes! So Mirabelle helpfully applied string and we rode the mother croc home whilst the babies swam behind us. They were very well behaved at lunch and Bee informed me she was to be a farmers wife. I told her she could be a farmer but she insisted a farmers wife was best because, and I quote, "then I don't have to do as much". Oh how the feminist in me died a little. She also announced she would be adding to her brood of 29 babies and 1 adult crocodile with a peacock and a cat. When questioned over the safety of this arrangement she reassured me all would be well because "I'm their minder, I will mind then". All the animals walked fantastically to preschool and upon collecting Bee I was told some sort of shenanigans had taken place because now joining us on our trek to the co-op were 100 crocodiles, 100 peacocks and 100 cats! I was rather astounded but Bee assured me that it was perfectly fine. We even managed to work out what 3*100 was and she spent some time marvelling over her 300 animals.
They are of course all in bed with her, apart from the mother-crocodile who is too big and fat and full of babies. Seems her brood will be expanding further still.
In other news Mirabelle felt my tummy earlier and announced it to be, "nice and full of baby and maybe just one little crocodile too". Maybe this crocodile-reproduction epidemic is infectious?