A tale of berry-picking, poking, and rivalry.
Lucy: Mama, not right now! In just a minute!
Me: Lucy, what are you talking about? I didn't say anything to you.
Lucy: Oh, I have a pretend Mama.
Me: A pretend Mama? What is her name?
Lucy: Willsome.
Me: Wilson?
Lucy: No! Willsome!
Me: Oh. And what does your mama Willsome do?
Lucy: Oh, she collects berries. She puts them in her basket, and then puts them in cans for winter.
Me: I don't see your mama Willsome.
Lucy: That's because she is out picking berries!
Me: Oh, right.
Five minutes later.
Lucy: Willsome is here now!
Me: Oh. I don't see her.
Lucy: She is right here beside me... And she is going to poke you.
Me: What! Why is she going to poke me?
Lucy: She wants to get up on a tall shelf.
Me: Um, okay. And she thinks I won't let her?
Lucy: No. So she is going to poke you.
Beth rises from her chair and pokes the air next to Lucy. She giggles.
Lucy, screaming: No! No! Don't poke my mama Willsome!
Me: Beth, don't bug your sister.
Beth snickers and slyly extends her index finger toward Lucy's chair under the edge of the table.
Lucy, in tears: She's poking! She's poking Willsome!
Me: Beth, I said stop. Lucy, this is just pretend, so don't have a fit about it.
Beth goes back to her grilled cheese sandwich.
Lucy, sighing in relief and patting the seat next to her: You're OK, Willsome.
Perhaps Willsome is Norky's wife?
Me: Lucy, what are you talking about? I didn't say anything to you.
Lucy: Oh, I have a pretend Mama.
Me: A pretend Mama? What is her name?
Lucy: Willsome.
Me: Wilson?
Lucy: No! Willsome!
Me: Oh. And what does your mama Willsome do?
Lucy: Oh, she collects berries. She puts them in her basket, and then puts them in cans for winter.
Me: I don't see your mama Willsome.
Lucy: That's because she is out picking berries!
Me: Oh, right.
Five minutes later.
Lucy: Willsome is here now!
Me: Oh. I don't see her.
Lucy: She is right here beside me... And she is going to poke you.
Me: What! Why is she going to poke me?
Lucy: She wants to get up on a tall shelf.
Me: Um, okay. And she thinks I won't let her?
Lucy: No. So she is going to poke you.
Beth rises from her chair and pokes the air next to Lucy. She giggles.
Lucy, screaming: No! No! Don't poke my mama Willsome!
Me: Beth, don't bug your sister.
Beth snickers and slyly extends her index finger toward Lucy's chair under the edge of the table.
Lucy, in tears: She's poking! She's poking Willsome!
Me: Beth, I said stop. Lucy, this is just pretend, so don't have a fit about it.
Beth goes back to her grilled cheese sandwich.
Lucy, sighing in relief and patting the seat next to her: You're OK, Willsome.
Perhaps Willsome is Norky's wife?
3 comments:
I'm glad you're writing all these down, they might become a famous children's book someday!
I love these stories! Lillie play with her doll, but she has yet to make up a mommy or daddy.
She does however spank her baby, and then in high "comforting"voice say "oh, are you ok, you got hurt?" in a higher whiny voice which I am sure is supposed to be the babies "yeah I got hurt" back to the 'mommy' voice "oh it's ok mommy here"
I have a hard enought ime not laughing with that, I don't know what I would do if she had a "mama willsome" :p
Oh Jen, I agree with Julie! I am so glad that you are righting these down. I always get a chuckle out of your girls' creative minds! You need to make sure to save these somewhere so you can give them a copy when they get older! Maybe as a wedding present or baby shower gift. :)
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