Monday, 1 April 2013
Words of Wisdom
Sigh. The things they say.
I was a little disconcerted earlier yesterday morning, when Naga Munchetty was presenting the news, to hear Gilby turn to his older sister and giggle, 'Look how brown she is!'
Tempted to view this as a product of Gilby's provinical upbringing, which it undoubtedly is, I also hope that his is a healthy three-year-old curiosity about difference.
Less than an hour later, Gertie was lamenting the loss of limb on a broken doll. 'But it's ok,' she consoled herself, 'she could compete in the Paralympics!'
So we are ok on disability, if not on race.
But when Gilby rushed to show me the model he had created from old toilet rolls, boxes and a bit of paint with an excited, 'Look Mummy, I've made a space rocket!' I made the mistake of answering with a question: 'That's wonderful; are you going to fly to the moon in it?'
He looked at me with a slightly concerned expression on his face and explained, quite patiently, that flying to the moon wouldn't be possible because, 'it's only made out of cardboard.'
Which taught me not to patronise my children.