I still have not convinced Little Jo that H is pronounced aitch. It seems no-one under the age of 50 cares. I wrote it down so she could read how it was spelt, but I overestimated a six year old's spelling skills.
Her first word at The Highrise was chizz, repeating, meaning cheese as she banged on the dishwasher door. White appliances all look the same at that age. Chizz is contained within a white appliance and satisfying for a hungry toddler.
She has forgotten that we live in the Tall House. It is now R's place. Auntie Andrew is not forgotten though, when ABC 4 Kids online goes wrong or the printer won't work.
She is a carbon copy of Sister, in looks, manners and temperament. This is both good and bad. She does have some added cleverness from her father, a person unknown to us. She knows her father and half brothers. She is too young to understand the significance but I wonder how that will all pan out in the future?
Bone Doctor complains, 'which Miss C am I being bossed around by today'? 'Mother or daughter'? 'Bone Doctor', I say, 'just pay the bills and enjoy the ride'.
I think I have forgotten the story of Cinderella. I asked R why Little Jo is drawing sad faces. It is part of the story you effwit, was his thoughtful reply. I can see where Little Jo is coming from with her spelling of Cinderella but if she sounded the word out, she might get closer.
This was supposed to be in lieu of a proper post tomorrow because it wasn't finished. It has taken on a life of its own.