Flea came bouncing into my bedroom this morning, full of excitement.
“Mummy, guess what?”
“What?”
“At school we are doing something that’s a surprise for our Mummies and Daddies.”
“Really? Well don’t tell me about it, so it stays a secret.”
Flea scoffs snornfully in her patented My-Mum-is-a-Fool mode.
“I know,” she says. “Our teacher said if we talk about it, it won’t be such a special surprise.”
“That’s good, then.”
“I’m just going to talk about it in my head.”
Flea proceeds to roll her eyes, twitch her lips and ‘think’ to herself for a full 30 seconds. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was having some kind of seizure.
“Did you hear that?”
“No.”
“Oh fantastic,” she says, satisfied. “It’s still a secret.”
There’s a brief pause.
“Do you want to know what colour it is?”
“Sure.”
“It’s gold and red.”
“Sounds lovely, darling.”
“Yes, Samuel’s Christmas decoration is going to be silver and Tabitha’s is blue and silver.”
“Right.”
“But I can’t tell you the surprise, though.”
“Okay.”
Wonder what it is!
love love love. this makes my heart brim and she isn’t even mine.
Could it be jewellry? That would be good. (if so am definitely looking into moving to that school’s catchment area…..)
Now your little love is such a funny one!!! You may just have to get your very own surprise and wrap it up with your eyes shut!!!
Hehe aww bless! 🙂
Hm. If Voldemort ever comes after you, don’t trust Flea with where you live 🙂
LOL she is just adorable. Enjoy your surprise. x
My God, I hope the Pocket Dictator turns into a Flea: she sounds heavenly, as does the gift!
how cute is that…innocence and beauty wrapped into one – enjoy!! x
Oh bless her – Jenni’s exactly the same. Rubbish at secret keeping – mind you so am I!!