For some reason, Rosemary has taken to calling me Dorothy. Her pink spotty dog is called Toto and Toto is my dog, though Rosemary looks after him by sleeping with every night. Sometimes, she’ll use it to try to get me to stop lecturing her about something:
“So, Rosemary. Remember that, when you go to sleep, you’re not going to call out. You’re not going to get out of…”
“No, Mummy. You’re Dorothy.”
“OK. So, you mustn’t get out of bed. You mustn’t…”
“No, but you’re Dorothy!”
“OK. Well, Dorothy needs you to stay in bed and look after Toto. And you have to be quiet, so you don’t wake Toto up.”
Sometimes it’s easiest just to play along.
In an interesting development, apparently Chris is Charlie. We shall if this catches on.
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Thank you for popping in to mine!
I'll be back to catch up on tales of Rosemary. She sounds so cute.
Thank you. You are very welcome to read this one, though be warned that it's more aimed at grandparents and other relatives, so we do have a tendency to go on a bit (and perhaps even boast now and then)! My other one (http://wahm-bam.blogspot.com/) is the more general parenting blog.
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