Silent Sunday #75

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

With any luck, by the time you are reading this post (it's another scheduled one) we will have just landed back home after our holiday.  I'm sure I'll have lots of things to bore you with tell you about and many stories of how Mini Cheddar got on in Disney World but for now I'm leaving you with a few delights from December...

(On entering the National Museum of Scotland)

MC does her best impression of
Penfold from Danger Mouse

Daddy: There are lots of old things in here.
MC: But where is Grandma?

MC: You look tired Mummy. Do you need a coffee?

(in the motorway service toilets)
MC: Mummy, you can do your wee wee on my wee wee if you like?
Me: Why thank you.
MC: It's my pleasure. Father Christmas will be SO happy with your wee wee Mummy.

(in a restaurant)
MC: Where has Daddy gone?
Me: He's gone to the toilet.
MC: Is he doing a wee or a poo?
Me: (trying to quieten her down) I don't know sweetie.
MC: I will ask him
Me: No, it doesn't matter sweetie
(Matt returns to the table)
MC: *shouts* Did you do a nutty poo Daddy?

(Grandma puts lunch in front of MC)
MC: Blimey!

(looking at the TV)
"Mummy, turn this off please. It's really annoying"

MC: Mummy, what are we having for dinner tonight?
Me: Buffalo burgers
MC: Daddy! Daddy! We're having Gruffalo burgers for dinner!

MC: Mummy?
Me: Yes darling?
MC: When we go on holiday will a pirate fly the plane?
Me: I really hope not (trying hard not to fall on the floor laughing)

Flashback Friday - Plight Of The Poodles

Ever since I was just a twinkle my parents eyes they have owned poodles.

You know the ones, yes?  The fluffy canines that come in 3 different sizes, small, medium and large toy, miniature and standard.

Remember Roly in Eastenders?  Yup, that's them.

Mum and Dad owned toy poodles, the smallest of the breed.  First there was Tina who was bought before I was born.  When I was about 4 (I think) Mum and Dad bought Kizzy to keep Tina company.  Then, when Tina passed away and they realised Kizzy was lonely, they bought Toby.

All these dogs were a huge part of my life.  I even modelled my hair on them, clearly.

Many a school holiday was spent riding down to the local Spar shop with Kizzy (my favourite) in the front basket of my shopper bike (I was SO cool!), ears flapping in the breeze.  I would sit her on my Sindy beach buggy and she'd let me push her around the front room.  Basically, she kept me entertained.

One of my favourite pastimes was 'borrowing' my parents camera and taking snap shots of Kizzy in various set-ups.  Remember the days when you used to have to drop your 35mm film off at the local photographic shop and wait about half a year for your photos to be processed?  None of this instant digital malarky.

Well, Mum would get a shock when she opened her pack of photographs and saw these delights:

I put them in make-shift beds on the carpet
If ever I saw a dog trying to do a Playboy pose, this is it! 

I celebrated their birthdays in secret parties in my bedroom
Clearly I must have been old enough to play with matches (!)
The dogs are well overdue a haircut...
I think they put up with it because they couldn't actually see!

I even celebrated Christmas with them .
Ho ho ho

But this is the pièce de résistance and the one that made my Mum laugh the most...

I give you Kizzy the newsreader!

I actually rearranged the furniture in my bedroom to do this and check out the attention to detail.  The glasses, the signage, the paper, the plant (!) and Kizzy even has a heart framed photo of Marti Pellow on her desk....as all newsreaders do, obviously.

NOTE: No animals were harmed during the making of this post.

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