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    Mummy’s not very good at cooking eggs, is she?

    IsoldeBy IsoldeJanuary 25, 2015Updated:February 22, 2015No Comments12 Mins Read
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    As we ease in to 2015, it’s not too late to look back at some of my favourite quotes from the girls in 2014. Enjoy.

    Lara: ‘Where do the clouds go at night time?’

    Rhea: ‘Where does the sun go to bed?’

    Lara: ‘There’s [w]ee’ and poo coming from both my botties. It’s tite [quite] ‘onderful!’

     

    Rhea: ‘This car is dirty.’

    Steve: ‘Yes. It’s a pigsty, like our house. ‘

    Lara: ‘I don’t make a mess, no. But sometimes I put bower [flour] all over de boor [floor.] I did that 2 times.

     

    Rhea: ‘It’s a ‘it [lick] but that’s OK betoz it’s like a tiss [kiss].’

    Lara: (re fingernails): ‘They taste good but I have to eat them for a long time.’

    Rhea: ‘Dad’s nice. I like him.’

     

    Lara: ‘What does this button do? (on the vacuum cleaner).

    Steve: ‘It retracts the chord.’

    Lara: ‘Into here?’

     

    Rhea: ‘You’ll ruin it!’

    Lara: ‘Whose tummy did you come out of?’

    Rhea: ‘I’ll spread it out.’

    Lara: ‘I’ll keep an eye out for. . . ‘

    Rhea: ‘Nails [i.e. fingernails] are always tasty.’

    Lara: (looking at nasturtiums): ‘I tell you what the leaves look like, they look like lillypads.’

    Rhea: ‘I pwomise I’ll give it back to you in one minute.’ (she didn’t).

    Lara: ‘We were just in time.’

    Rhea: ‘I like you because you’re warm. I like people who are warm.’

    Lara: (at sleep time): ‘Daddy I want to tell you three things. You have to come back in one minute. Do you know how long one minute is? One minute isn’t very long.’

     

    Me: ‘Would you like a shower or a bath?’

    Rhea: ‘Whatever you like.’

     

    Lara: My tummy wants fish and chips.’

    Rhea: ‘It’s all uneven!’

    Lara: ‘Rhea squeezed me tight!’ (i.e. pinched her).

     

    Rhea: ‘Lawa is my best fwiend.’

    Steve, to Lara: ‘Is she [Rhea] your best friend?’

    Lara: ‘No.’

     

    Rhea: ‘She [the doctor] didn’t stethoscope me.’

    Lara: ‘I haven’t seen Grandma for a long time. I really miss her!’

    Rhea: ‘Do you – oo want to come?’

    (We were both wondering what alternative torch light we should use outside the laundry when the torch batteries were flat). Lara: ‘I’ve got an idea. You could use your bone.’ [phone light].

    Rhea: (put her pasta in the shape of a hook). ‘It’s a hook!’

    Lara: ‘What does ‘what’ mean?’

    Rhea: ‘You’re a poo poo.’

    Lara (showing me her crust in the shape of a ‘9’). ‘Is this the number on our letterbox?’ (a 6).

     

    Rhea: ‘Sorry for making a mess mum. ‘ (She and Lara had put breadcrumbs in the toilet room.)

    Me: ‘Would you like to clean it up?’

    Rhea: ‘No. You can clean it up.’

     

    Lara: ‘You’re not my best fwend.’

    Rhea: (after Steve said she had a juicy nose): ‘I don’t have a juicy nose because then I would have juice on my nose.’

    Lara: ‘Daddy told the dog to piss off.’

    Rhea: ‘That is a big man. He has a big tummy.’ (The man was a few feet away from us on the bus).

    Lara: (at 10.30 pm when she woke up after being unwell): ‘What are you two doing still up? Will you stay up until morning?’

    Rhea: (we had fish for dinner): ‘It’s a bish. You take the head off and put it in the bin and take the tail off and put it in the bin and eat the body.’

    Lara: ‘Mum, you’re not paying attention!’

    Rhea: ‘Mummy’s not very good at cooking eggs is she?’

    Lara: ‘Carry me to bed like a baby!’

    Lara: ‘I grazed my hand.’

    Lara: ‘I shoudhav’n keep an eye on my teddy. It’s all ruined.’ (Rhea broke it.)

    Lara: My baby’s name is ginger.’

    Lara: ‘How kind to give us a party bag!’

    Lara, to Rhea: ‘I’ll be the baby and you be the mummy.’

    Lara: ‘I love you mum.’

    Lara: (when told she would be sleeping at Maggie’s house tomorrow for one night): ‘Oh! I want to sleep there for lots of nights!’

    Lara (to Rhea): ‘Good girl.’

    Lara (when I had a fever): ‘Why are you wobbling?’

    Lara, to Steve: ‘Why do I have different hair to you and mummy?’

     

    Rhea: (in bed with us in the morning): ‘Did you hear the car outside our house? Grandma gets up in the dark.

    Me: ‘Why?’

    Rhea: ‘I don’t know. That was her zooming outside.’

     

    Lara: ‘The balloon has blown down.’

    Lara: ‘I really really liked my presents and my umbrella.’

    Rhea: ‘I like you because you’re warm. I like people who are warm.’

    Lara: ‘Thanks for putting the covers over me mum.’

     

    Rhea: ‘I call Daddy ‘Daddy’ and you call him ‘Steve.’ Sometimes I call him ‘Steve.’

    Me: ‘Why?’

    Rhea: I prefer to call him ‘daddy.’

     

    Lara: ‘I was tired after doing all that’ (threading beads).

    Rhea: ‘I like you and Lara likes you. Did you know that daddy likes you? Do you like you?

     

    Lara: ‘Thankyou Weeah [Rhea].’

    Rhea: ‘That’s a pleasure, Lawa.’

     

    Rhea (at a restaurant): ‘Why is it so dark here?’ (I answered, then explained how you close the menu when you’re ready to order your meal). ‘Close the menu so we can ask for our spaghetti bolognaise.’

    Lara: ‘You’ll never guess what I made. Actually I’ll take a photo.’ (She does).

    Rhea: ‘I’ll clean up’ (after dinner). And she did help me clear the table.

    Lara: ‘Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a tail of water.’

     

    Rhea: ‘You can’t do a poo on the boat because there’s no toilet on the boat so you have to do it here.

    Lara: ‘I knew that Weeah but thanks for reminding me.’

     

    Lara: ‘I know how to take a photo (from a movie setting). You just move the thing across. It’s easy!’

     

    Steve: ‘You have a juicy nose!’

    Rhea: ‘I definiley don’t have a juicy nose!’

     

    Lara: ‘Do you know what ‘hey’ means? It means ‘hello.’ Daddy told me that.’

    Rhea: ‘I have no idea where it is!’

    Lara: ‘I have some pieces and bits here.’

    Rhea: ‘When I’m big like you I’ll wear a bwa [bra] and it will bit [fit].’

    Lara, after I had said that I had been in a speedboat when I was eleven: ‘Was I a baby then? No? Was I nowhere?’

    Rhea: ‘Daddy is just like Miss Happy.’

    Lara: ‘Wabbits don’t eat wadishes do they?’

    Rhea: (at sleep time): ‘Daddy I want to tell you three things. You have to come back in one minute. Do you know how long one minute is? One minute isn’t very long.’

    Lara: ‘Have a good rest mum.’

     

    Lara: ‘I like you mum I love you mum. I’ll say that every day.’

    Me: ‘Why?’

    Lara: ‘Because I want to.’

     

    Rhea: ‘What’s the matter little sister?’

    Lara: ‘Nossing [nothing] really.’

     

    Lara: ‘I have a bit of blood in my poo so I need to have a big piece of watermelon.’

    Rhea: ‘Our friends will be pleased to see us because we’ve been away for a long long time.’ (after we had been away skiing for a weekend).

    Lara: ‘That is a high [hire] car like we had on our holidays.’

    Rhea: ‘A fly was sitting on the bench. And dad said, ‘fuck off’ because there was a fly there.’

     

    Lara: ‘Where will I live when I’m big like you?’

    Me: ‘You can live with us as long as you like.’

    Lara: ‘Can I live here with Rhea and you and daddy live somewhere else?’

     

    Rhea: ‘To turn on Peppa Pig and Bananas in Pyjamas you pwess the blue button then scroll acwoss and acwoss, then you wait for it to load. . . ‘

     

    Lara: ‘We had lunch wif Grandma.’

    Me: ‘What did you have?’

    Lara: ‘I had a biscuit with chocolate in it.’

     

    Rhea: ‘Don’t wee in the baf [bath] Lawa. Do you want me to take off your bandaid?’

    Lara: ‘No thanks.’

     

    (After I was late home because my boss kept me late): Lara: ‘You shouldvn said to the lady at work to stop talking because you had to go home.’

    Rhea: ‘I plopped it in.’

    Lara: ‘. . . apparently’

    Rhea: ‘. . . And alsto. . . ‘

    Lara: ‘I’ve been thinking. . . ‘

    Rhea: ‘That’s disgusting!’

    Lara: ‘I’m keen on that.’

    Rhea: ‘That’s boring!’

    Lara: ‘Oh bother.’

    Rhea: ‘You’re cheesing’ [teasing].

    Lara: ‘And eventually. . . ‘

    Rhea: ‘The thing is. . . ‘

    Lara: ‘Actually. . . ‘

    Rhea: ‘Dilly mummy.’ [Silly mummy].

    Lara: ‘Wif [If] you want, I’ll. . .’

     

    At the local fête:

    Lara: ‘Can I have one of those (a chuppa chup)?

    Me:’ No. It’s a lolly and you’ve had a lolly this morning. It’s for special occasions.’

    Rhea: ‘Like going to the beach?’

    Me: ‘Yes sometimes, but more like at a birthday party.’

    Rhea: ‘Can I have one at my next birthday party?’

    Me: ‘Yes.’

    Rhea: ‘Does he have them [to sell] in case it’s someone’s birthday here?’

    Me: ‘Yes, probably.’

    Rhea: (After a couple of minutes): ‘No-one’s having their birthday here.’

     

    Lara: ‘Rhea sometimes says that I’m not her best friend but she’s always my best friend.’

    Rhea (cooking muffins): ‘This is a sticky business.’

     

    Lara: ‘Say sowwy and don’t do it ever again.’

    Rhea: ‘I’m sowwy. I won’t do it ever again.’

     

    Lara: ‘My mummy/daddy! My own mummy/daddy.’

    Rhea: ‘I like you because you are warm. I like people who are warm.’

    Lara: ‘It works beautifully.’ (re a new texta).

    Rhea: ‘You have figured it out!’

    Lara: ‘Rhea we’re sleeping in a double bed. Do you know what a double bed means? It means a big bed. We can cuddle up to each other but we have to cuddle our toys too.’

    Rhea: ‘Let’s go around the block. Why is it called a block?’

    Lara: ‘I wrote my name and put spikes in it!’

    Rhea: ‘A long long time ago when I was 3, not that day and not that day and not that day and not that day but the day before. . . ‘

    Lara: (looking at my schnitzel for dinner): ‘It’s over burnt!’

    Rhea: ‘I love you as long as daddy’s arms.’

    Lara: ‘I like putting my hands over my ears. I love it! (talking with her hands over her ears). It’s fun!’

    Rhea: ‘Do you have the tooth fairy’s phone number?’

    Lara: ‘No there are 10 muffins left you wally!’

    Rhea: ‘Can you carry me? My legs are out of breath.’

    Lara: ‘Rhea wouldn’t like that bwoken biscuit so I’ll have it in my lunchbox.’

     

    Rhea: ‘I want to have a baby, mummy.’

    Me: ‘But you’re not big enough to have a baby.’

    Rhea: ‘No I don’t mean that. I mean I want you to have a baby and to have 3 children. Please!’

     

    Me: ‘Kelly has a new car.’

    Lara (or Rhea??): ‘Why does she have a new car?’

    Lara or Rhea: ‘Maybe the other one got dirty.’

    Lara or Rhea: ‘Yes maybe she didn’t know where to clean it.’

     

    Rhea: ‘I like you because you’re warm. I like people who are warm.’

    Lara: ‘Rhea’s having a whingy morning.’

    Rhea: ‘I trapped a fly in the window. I’m clever at trapping flies.’

    Lara: ‘My clothes slid off me like water.’

     

    Rhea: (when she stayed home with me while she was sick and Lara when to preschool): ‘I hope Lawa is missing me.’

    Lara: (When we picked her up): I didn’t miss Weeah any time except at lunchtime.’

     

    Lara: ‘Climbing over the fence is easy peasy lemon squeezy!’

    Rhea: ‘Can you grab a chair for me?’

    Lara: ‘No! When your dentist showed you how to brush your teeth they didn’t mean you should brush my teeth like that!’

     

    Rhea: ‘Why are there no bees here?’

    Me: ‘There aren’t any at this time of day.’

    Rhea: ‘Is it this time of day? Is that why there are no bees or porcupines?’

     

    Lara: ‘You always say you’ll come back in one minute and you come back in 20 minutes.’

     

    Rhea: My baby’s dummy doesn’t fit anymore.’

    Me: ‘Let me have a look. Mm. No it doesn’t. Maybe she’s grown out of it.’

    Rhea: Mummy! This baby doesn’t grow!’

    Me: ‘Why not?’

    Rhea: ‘It’s a toy baby! Maybe I chewed on it.’

     

    Lara: ‘When the things come out of my eyes down my face, then I can’t hear you.’

    A boy in their class, talking about Lara and Rhea with his mum: ‘They are very shy but they talk a lot.’

    Lara: ‘What’s smoking? What’s a cigarette?’

    Rhea: ‘Do you – oo. . . ‘

    Lara: ‘Why did you grow big mum? I think it was so you could be my mummy.’

    Rhea: ‘I won’t blow birthday candles out anymore because I don’t want wax in my ears!’

     

    Lara: ‘That car is very old and they’re taking it to the dump to fix it.’

    Rhea: ‘They don’t fix things at the dump, it’s for rubbish. Is the dump for rubbish mum?’

    Lara: ‘Love you mumma.’

     

    Rhea: ‘Shark goes with fish and chips.’

    Lara: ‘You can eat shark.’

    Rhea: ‘No you can’t eat shark. It’s teeth are the bones.’

     

    Rhea: (After Steve had been gardening): ‘You don’ t smell very nice but I still love you daddy.’

    Lara: ‘When I’m an adult I’ll have bweakfast in my pyjamas because you’re an adult and you have bweakfast in your pyjamas.’

    Rhea: ‘I love you mummy.’

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    After extensive travel for short periods both inside Australia and overseas, I took a break from my health policy job to travel for two months in Spain, Portugal and Morocco and live for four months in France, three of those in Paris. I'm currently living back in Australia with Steve and our twins Rhea and Lara.

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