Remember Little Miss Bossy? She’s back, bossier than ever.

Blooding plaster

Ben, my eldest, loves the plaster. He loves those with cartoon animals and Disney characters, and would find every reason to use one. He usually has more bruises from knocking into things than cuts on his fingers / toes / hands / feet, so he hardly ever needs a plaster for anything. Lately, he’s been peeling skin off where his fingernails are just so he can use a plaster.

Ben: Mama, I need to use a plaster. See?

Me: Oh, you have broken skin.

Ben: So I can use one?

Becks: Mama, look, kor kor is BLOODING. Give him plaster!

Me: Yes, ok. He is not really bleeding but yes, I will give him one. Sigh.

Breast is certainly Best

The older kids know that a baby nurses from his mother’s breasts and I unapologetically explain to them how this happens. Ever since then, there’s been endless nipple and boob jokes going around the house, which usually involves them trying to feed their little stuff toy “babies” and imitating me.

Becks: Mama, you finished bathing?

Me: Yes, my dear.

Becks: You still have your breasts?

Me: Yes, my dear.

Becks: You still have milk?

Me: Yes, my dear.

Becks: GO FEED di di. He’s hungry!

Me: Yes, my dear.

Footwear Fuss

My little princess is beginning to explore walking in other people’s shoes, literally. She loves to go to the shoe rack near the main door and put on footwear of every kind, from her father’s loafers to my four-inch heels.

Becks: Mama, is this correct? (referring to the way she’s worn my sandals)

Me: Yes, but these are not yours. I want to wear them out later.

Becks: Is this correct or not?

Me: Yes, they are on the correct foot, but these aren’t yours.

Becks: No, these are mine. It’s correct.

Me: Sigh.