Screw Hi-5 – we’re Charlie and Lola junkies now.
This sweet twosome has invaded our house and, frankly, I couldn’t be happier.
It all began when Adam gave the kids the DVDs for Christmas and ever since they have been on continual loop. So much so they’re already scratched and so when the picture freezes and skips even Riley knows how to hold up his hands and say, “Broken.” It’s one of the disadvantages of DVDs; videos, although they take up more room, take longer to age/disintegrate. But that’s another ranty post.
So now we are fully amped on the ‘Lola-speak’; she of the fruity and superfluous adverbs (I am so completely, utterly, abjectly, continually, absolutely, utterly….you get the picture).
Questionable grammar aside (remember: adverbs are sometime words) Keira has taken to wearing her black stockings again – casting off the PINK – because she wants to ‘look like Lola.’ Six months ago it was Bindi Irwin; now it’s another blonde sprite who’s taken her heart.
At least it’s not a Princess *mother thanks the Lord*
But its food which has taken the greatest pummelling of identity. I can no longer refer to peas as peas; I must (repeat must) call them “Green Drops.” Fish Fingers are “Ocean Nibbles” and tomatoes are not tomatoes, they are “Moonsquirters.”
[Like I need to tell this to any parent with a child over the age of two!]
This has all gotten me to thinking what I can now call my own treats; giving them less guilt-inducing names. Ridding them of their cultured bias, if you will.
So from now on a piece of chocolate in this house will no longer be called that, but a “divine nibbler.”
A slice of cake will be known as “baker’s fare.”
Turkish delight will be known as…well actually, I like that one.
Whipped cream shall be known as a serve of “fluffy heaven.”
What Charlie and Lola names for your favourite things can you think of?
