This breaks two rules. Well, one really, but so important they wrote it out twice, or should have done.
Never indulge in cute kids' quotes.
And here I am doing it. Soon I'll be reduced to eyeballing babies in prams (I always find I look away first) and nodding benevolently as the recorders shrill the note of death into my brain.
These are things that Beth and Leo said during 2000 that I noted on our wall calendar as being memorable in some way. My mother had died recently (30th December 1999 - honestly some people are just so selfish). I assume that's why death crops up a bit in their conversations. Or maybe they just like talking about it.
At the start of the year, Beth was six; Leo nearly four and Deborah not yet born.
No quotes. Everyone too sad.
Beth (playing the same bit of music over and over again until I could have screamed - and may well have done): 'I'm greedy with my favourite songs.'
Me, to Beth: 'Where's Dad?'
Me: Can you go and get him?'
Beth: Why? - I didn't put him there.'
Leo, talking about his breakfast with certain note of resignation:
'I'm preparing for boiled eggs.'
Beth (to me)
'Don't get cross while I'm at school. I'm not there to control you.'
Overheard from a children's cartoon:
'Subdue him, then bring him to me.'
Not a quote from my children, but felt it was an instruction that would help my parenting enormously.
Overheard as children playing schools together:
'Granny could be death monitor.'
'Let's play we're death.'
Beth, after Francis had endured particuarly horrid dental treatment and was complaining about the pain.
'At least we have my teeth.'
That's quite enough. Phew. I'm just going to go and crush a few hamsters underfoot until I'm back to normal again.