Today has been one of those days.
The weather outside can’t make its mind up on whether it wants to blow a gail or give us sunburn. Yesterday we actually had snow, hail, heavy rain, Light rain, thunder and lightening and glorious springtime sun! I wasn’t planning on doing much today and that has meant that indoor play has been the choice boredom buster.
Recently, Miss Chubby Cheeks has developed a very enviable imagination, I only wish I was capable of imagining the things she does, however, because I am blessed enough to be her mother, I get to join in on the action anyway.
These past few weeks, Willow has began making businesses. We have a taxi service, shops, hairdressers and cleaners. I have been charged more money than I care to count for her services but luckily, she accepts thin air!
Today, we played shops. The first shop was just for general shopping, she asked me what I wanted, I told her, she fetched the things and I paid her.
I had quite a large shopping list today,
Eggs, bacon, bread, butter, milk, yoghurt, strawberries, grapes, apples and pizza. After being handed my imaginary foods and packing them in my imaginary reusable shopping bag, I asked how much I owed her, she told me the bill was £300! I paid, but I told her I thought her prices were very high, to which she replied “you’re funny, mummy”!
Well, I’m glad you think so!
Next we played hairdressers, Willow gave me a bobble, a brush and some spray, the kind of spray that helps tame and untangle her wayward nest of a hairdo. I set to work, she explicitly told me that I must not touch her eyes (ears) and that she wanted a bobble. We then discussed placement of said bobble, high/medium/low and she told me high, I brushed it up, wrapped it up with the bobble and charged her a pretty fair £25. She paid me my thin air and told me it was my turn.
She brushed my hair twice, charged me £100 and told me I was beautiful.
I told her she could have £200 for being such a lovely girl.
We both laughed and then she toddled off, muttering about needing to find ‘I loves you bear’ and that she must get her taxi to home bargains for a flump.