On her second snow day… Neil: It’s a blizzard. Isla: I don’t see a lizard. It’s snow, Daddy. On love… Isla: I love you, Mumma. Don’t ever change. Me: *just over here on the floor* On snacks… Isla was picking through a bag of gum-drops after lunch. ‘Hmm. I think Nana ate all the good ones.’ On her mother’s artistic abilities… Me: It’s a butterfly. Isla: It’s a heart with a line in it. Me: Well, you and me went…
Isla talks non-stop. Not her fault, she’s my kid. Sometimes, I post our conversations on Facebook. What follows is a collection of actual conversations with my three year-old daughter. All of these are unprompted. She has my sarcastic genes. Isla: Mumma, you’re cheeky. And you’re also kind of cute. Me: Day made? Isla on Hallowe’en… ‘Mumma, we got a pumpkin.’ ‘You’re MY pumpkin.’ ‘I know dat. But we got a real one from the shops.’ Isla on the rules… Me:…
