Cute but irritating conversation.
Apr. 23rd, 2009 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
r_scribbles'Igglepiggle's Blanket' (a piece of red flannel approx 7cm squre with a tiny pice of velco on it for fixing onto Vi's Igglepiggle doll's hand) has been mislaid. It's a tiny object in a very messy house inhabited by a toddler who likes to 'tidy things' into strange places.
I was not aware that the blanket had been lost until I tried to put Vi down for her nap. The first thing that she did was to 'read' the story of Igglepiggle's lost blanket to herself, which was impossibly cute. Unfortunately, it caused her to notice that her Igglepiggle doesn't have his blanket and that when the Igglepiggle in the book looses his blanket, he becomes quite frantic to find it again. I can't find it and I'm not about to turn the house upside down looking for it when I have things to do. Unfortunately, telling your 2 year old that you don't know where the blanket is is never good enough. I have just had the following conversation about 20 times:
Vi (from her bed): Mummy? Mummy. Mummy! MU-MMY! MU-MMY!
Me (from the laundry and/or downstairs): Yes?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone?
Me: I don't know.
Vi: Don't know. (at this point it sounds very much as if she's relaying my message to Igglepiggle)
Me: Lie down. Go to sleep.
Vi: Lie down. Sleep.
*Pause - about ten seconds.*
Vi: Mummy? MUMMY! MU-MMY!
Me: *sigh* what is it, sweetheart?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone now?
And so on. She's still clonking around up there, but at least she's stopped asking me about that blessed little rag!
I was not aware that the blanket had been lost until I tried to put Vi down for her nap. The first thing that she did was to 'read' the story of Igglepiggle's lost blanket to herself, which was impossibly cute. Unfortunately, it caused her to notice that her Igglepiggle doesn't have his blanket and that when the Igglepiggle in the book looses his blanket, he becomes quite frantic to find it again. I can't find it and I'm not about to turn the house upside down looking for it when I have things to do. Unfortunately, telling your 2 year old that you don't know where the blanket is is never good enough. I have just had the following conversation about 20 times:
Vi (from her bed): Mummy? Mummy. Mummy! MU-MMY! MU-MMY!
Me (from the laundry and/or downstairs): Yes?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone?
Me: I don't know.
Vi: Don't know. (at this point it sounds very much as if she's relaying my message to Igglepiggle)
Me: Lie down. Go to sleep.
Vi: Lie down. Sleep.
*Pause - about ten seconds.*
Vi: Mummy? MUMMY! MU-MMY!
Me: *sigh* what is it, sweetheart?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone now?
And so on. She's still clonking around up there, but at least she's stopped asking me about that blessed little rag!
