I’ve just come across some of my old notes of a conversation between my sister and Frances (who was 3 years old at the time) and I’m practically dying. 😂 Pink Cup Aunt: How do you want your toast this morning? Frances: In semicircles. Pink Cup Aunt: I’m not sure I know how to doContinue reading “LOLs”
I just found this gem of a conversation. Frances had just turned four. Frances: The ugly duckling is really a swan? The swan egg got accidentally into the duck nest? How could that have happened? That doesn’t make any sense…! Me: Uh…
On this day in 2011, when Frances was merely four-years-and-one-month old, we had the following conversation: Frances: Why do I have to go to preschool? Me: Well, it’s to help you be okay spending time away from me when you go to junior kindergarten in September. Frances: How long is junior kindergarten every day? Me:Continue reading “Impeccable logic”
When Frances was three and her sister was six, I took a large piece of wood, covered it with white felt, and used sticky dollar-store decals to make a story board. The goal was to have the girls make up stories using pictures.
(She is four years old in this panel.)
Frances has a wonderful relationship with light — her lifelong fascination has enabled her to distinguish between two closely related shades of a colour seen months apart. (In fact, she couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that the blue playdough at the play centre was slightly lighter than it had been six monthsContinue reading “The light fantastic”