It’s Not All Mary Poppins

The Perils of Peri-Toddlerhood

It’s the end of a long day at Mary’s house. Timmy sports a bruise above his right eye. Anna has two: one above her left eye, and one dead centre in her forehead.

They’re at that tumble-prone stage: just leaving the cruising behind, and just starting with those very first steps. When they fall, they lead with their heads, poor mites, just as you would if your head weighed forty or so pounds. (Which it would if we maintained the same proportions to adulthood.)

I’m self-conscious when I take them out, apparent twins with their twinned bruised and battered heads. Thank goodness I can say in perfect accuracy these three essential truths:

“No, they’re not mine.”

“No, they’re not twins.”

And most importantly,

“They got the bumps at home.”

Phew.

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© 2006, Mary P

October 23, 2006 Posted by | outings, the dark side | 8 Comments