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Quotidianitas et filiae
Miss S spent much of this evening taking advantage of her new-found ability to blow up a balloon. She would blow up a balloon, then grab the sides of the neck so that it made a prolonged farting noise as it deflated, while she giggled with abandon. And then she did it again.
She had an immunisation session yesterday: a big one, MMR, Tetanus, and something else, I think. Other kids were coming out weepy, or crying, or were, like Miss S, completely fine. Mim reports that when she was about to be stuck, she said “I don't want to: it will hurt.” And she was given her first jab. And she turned to Mim and said accusingly “that hurt, mummy.” The other jab(s) went with even less incident, and then we had a play in the park and went home. One poor kid, however, obviously had a better imagination than the rest, and made the connection between going into the other room and the crying. She worked herself up into a fine hysteria over the imagined horrors awaiting, and literally had to be dragged in kicking and screaming.
As I type, Miss S is taking advantage of the acoostics in the toilet to sing the ABC song at the top of her voice, and Miss A is writing in her diary, and asking me how to spell words like ‘focus’ and ‘concentrate’. We keep telling her that she needs to focus and concentrate, and she now has a note in her diary to that effect.
She had an immunisation session yesterday: a big one, MMR, Tetanus, and something else, I think. Other kids were coming out weepy, or crying, or were, like Miss S, completely fine. Mim reports that when she was about to be stuck, she said “I don't want to: it will hurt.” And she was given her first jab. And she turned to Mim and said accusingly “that hurt, mummy.” The other jab(s) went with even less incident, and then we had a play in the park and went home. One poor kid, however, obviously had a better imagination than the rest, and made the connection between going into the other room and the crying. She worked herself up into a fine hysteria over the imagined horrors awaiting, and literally had to be dragged in kicking and screaming.
As I type, Miss S is taking advantage of the acoostics in the toilet to sing the ABC song at the top of her voice, and Miss A is writing in her diary, and asking me how to spell words like ‘focus’ and ‘concentrate’. We keep telling her that she needs to focus and concentrate, and she now has a note in her diary to that effect.
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(Anonymous) 2009-08-16 03:36 am (UTC)(link)-- mpp