It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Live-blogging at Mary’s: Skunks, sleeping and saving

Live-blogging can be intense, so I thought I’d be easy with myself the first time and start with two children only. What follows is a few minutes of Emily and Nigel, before the other children arrived:

“I’m not a dinosaur, I’m your mama.”
“But you are a mama dinosaur.”
“Okay!”

“I am a skunk.”
“I’ll be the baby skunk and you be the mommy skunk.”
“Okay. Hello, baby!” (FYI: Nigel is the mommy skunk.)
“Where are we going?”
“To our home. We live in a box in a hole.”
“Something is in our box!”
“Let’s crawl, let’s go, we have… we have… We walk like this, baby skunk!” And Nigel ‘crawls’ away, on hands and feet, butt in the air.
“I’m gon sleep on this couch.”
“And I’m gon sweep on this couch.”
“Ouch. This couch is hurtin’ me.”
“That couch doesn’t hurt you.”
“No.”

“It’s sunny outside today.”
“We won’t have breakfast today.”
“Let’s go home again.”
“Okay, it’s this way!”
“I’ll be the baby skunk, and you be the mommy skunk.” (Now Emily is the mommy skunk.)
“Where are we going, baby skunk?”
“We are going to our home.”
“That’s where we stink, in our home.”
“I need a mattress.”
“And food. This is food in the mattress.”
“In my tummy.”
“Is that breakfast in your tummy?”

“I’m making mattresses so I can sleep.”
“This is my mattress.”
“This is mine.”
“Goodnight, baby skunk!”
“Goodnight, mummy skunk!”

“I need a blanket. Do you need a blanket?”
“Nope.”
“We can both sleep with it, if we want to.”
“Nope. It is just time for you to stop talkin’ and go a sleep.”

“I can be the princess and you can come save me.”
“I’ll come save you.”
“I live in a castle.”
“I live in a biiiig castle.”
“Yes, and we will SLEEP in it, okay?”
“But there’s no doors and steps in it.”
“Yes, there is a door and a step, see? You go in the castle, okay?”
“I can’t do it.”
“But you can sleep in it, right?”
“Yes.”
“You can go somewhere else, and I’ll sleep in this castle. Go. Go to your castle.”
“Okay, I’ll sleep here.”
“Come save me now.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming. There. Now I will sleep.”

“Oh, the princess is a skunk. The princess is a baby skunk.”
“And a mommy skunk?”
“No, I am sleeping over there. I always sleep over there.”
“I’m really tired.”
“And I am a skunk.”
“Me, too. A tired skunk.”
“Yes, and now I can go to sleep! That feels better, that feels better.”

“Can you turn off the light, please, mama?”
“Sure!”

“Mary, I have to go pee.”
“Okay, you go pee, then.”
“I’m goin’ pee, Emily.”
“Okay. See you soon!”

The end. My fingers are tired.

June 25, 2008 - Posted by | the things they say! | , , , ,

7 Comments »

  1. A tired skunk. Cute. You should write dialogue for children’s books.

    Comment by Bridgett | June 26, 2008 | Reply

  2. Aww Mary… aint they the cutest?

    Is the ‘Attack of the Friend’ still on?

    Comment by Suzi | June 27, 2008 | Reply

  3. I had a 3year old and a 4year old yesterday and listened to conversations like this all day yesterday, we have a play tent in the lounge and it seems its a lot of fun to hide inside and scream that the monsters are coming, I can still hear the high pitched squeals..

    Comment by jenny uk | June 27, 2008 | Reply

  4. what is it with playing mama and baby animals? my two have been doing that all week, except it’s foxes. and my daughter (the mama fox) insists that the baby (my son) sleep! they build caves out of whatever they can find and he only gets to sleep! it sounds just like what you described. amazing!

    Comment by dana | June 27, 2008 | Reply

  5. Hm. I think all that talk of sleeping princesses and skunks is making me tired. How long until naptime? *grin*

    Comment by Ms. Huis Herself | June 27, 2008 | Reply

  6. I was the mama bear yesterday and my baby bear tried to convince me to climb into the blanket/pillow/chair/table cave. I was a reluctant and uncooperative mama bear.

    Comment by Jill in Atlanta | June 27, 2008 | Reply

  7. that is a freakin riot! I mean RIOT!

    Comment by Jerri Ann | June 27, 2008 | Reply


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