There is a delightful little kids' TV show called Peppa Pig. There's Peppa, there's Mummy Pig and Daddy Pig, and Peppa's little brother, George. In one episode, Peppa has a 'secret password' that Mummy Pig and Daddy Pig must guess. This turns out to be 'Daddy's Big Tummy'.
So this evening, as I was putting the girls to bed, my way was blocked, and I tried 'Daddy's Big Tummy', and it worked. Anyone who knows James will understand the irony of this password in our household. On the way back out of the room my way was blocked by a different daughter, and the password had changed. So, naturally enough I tried 'Mummy's Big Bottom', and it worked.
Middle daughter got the giggles.
"Daddy doesn't have a big tummy!" She said.
"No," I assented, "he doesn't".
There proceeded a longish pause before I added the predictable self-doubting dialogue.
"I notice you didn't say that Mummy doesn't have a big bottom," I said.
"No," assented the Assessor.
"Does this mean you think my bottom is big?" I ventured.
"No," she assured me, "not very big."
I felt relieved. Until she continued thus: "It's not a very, very, very, VERY big one Mummy."
Marvellous.
And this may be why I have a certain fondness for my laptop right now; it lets me choose my own passwords.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
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