“you’re my present mommy”
“you’re my present cammy”
“i love you more than bubbles”
“i love you more than cheese”
“i’m going to make chocolate hearts for you and for my daddy and uncle oliver”
“and kyle-ben?”
“yes. and granny and grandpa and evegranny. and uncle daine and aunty luanne and tasha and aunty alison and uncle richard and the baby in aunty alison’s tummy”
“good girl. what’s the baby’s name?”
“hope”
(mommy giggles to herself)
“no babe, the baby’s name is kristyn-jade”
“kwistyn-jay?”
“yes”
“mommy, where’s my brother?”
“er. we don’t do those. i’m going to make dinner now”
“i’m going to wash the dishes for you and i won’t mess”
(yes. its true. cam washes the dishes. we only use plastic here and i spend a lot of time with towels on the kitchen floor)
“you’re awesome, cammy”
“i not cammy today. i am po the teletubby”
“okay then. you’re awesome, po”
“teletubbies say uh oh. mom, where’s the tv on my tummy?”
“um , it’s sleeping right now cam, sorry, i mean po”
“oh okay. the baby in the sun isn’t up yet”
(pfft. note to self – you now have legitimate excuse to purchase the teletubbies dvds you’ve wanted for so long)
“yes. its night-time now”
“yes, the moon means doodoo”
“yes, wanna go sleep?”
“naah, we still need to eat ice-cream. with our fingers”
“okay. now?”
“yes. now”
“mommy. i found a thing. that thing”
“what thing, cam?”
“that thing. the one that goes noise and you no like”
(the bloody awful drum kit your aunt and uncle bought you one christmas and i have kept hidden for so long and hope it will one day disappear)
“er. where’d you find that?”
“where you hid it”
(you grin. i grimace. the evening descends into cacophony of ice cream, insane drumming and princess skirt wearing. you eventually fall asleep with your little arm around me and you say ‘i love you mama’ just before you drift off.)
