Friday, July 1, 2011
It's a tough gig.
Popps has slowly settled in and had found her place in the playground hierarchy.
It may have just slipped a few notches.
Yesterday they were playing fashion shows and they needed to strut their stuff down the footpath like a model. This is not something she was too keen about and didn't really like playing. She thought she would make it more fun.
She descibed it all like this: "Well Mum, when I got to the turn, I put my bum in the air and pretended to do a big fart, the other girls said 'that's not funny, that's not fashion show stuff'. They said I couldn't play with them anymore."
"They said I wasn't allowed to play with them as I was not funny and said I was silly."
While I was proud of her for belittling their silly game I just asked what she did when they said that.
"I just did another big pretend fart to them and walked off. I told them fashion shows is a silly game anyway."
One of the girls is a definite Queen Bee character, I asked if she played with Queen Bee afterwards.
But no, apparenly her faux pas was enough to be on the 'do not play' list for the rest of the day.
Opps, looks like farts are not as funny to the rest of the world as they are at our house