|At Fiddler on the Roof in London.|
We've not yet perfected the art of selfies.
The Silent Treatment
I went in one morning to wake DD up.
Me: DDush, it's 6.30. Time to get up.
Me: DD, wakey wakey!
Me: DD, come on now!
DD: (suddenly an arm shoots out from beneath the duvet with a thumbs up sign).
DD opened a bag of crisps and was taking it back to her bedroom.
Me: Oooh can you put some crisps in a bowl for me?
DD: Are you hungry or just snackish?
DD: Well go and get yourself an apple.
We went to see Fiddler on the Roof in London. I explained the story to her and told her how it is, in many ways, the story of our own family. I explained about the Cossacks, the pogroms and the mass emigration of Jews from Russia to Western Europe, England, America and Israel. When the Russian men started dancing in the pub...
DD: Are those the croissants?
I went into DD's bedroom late at night to put away some folded laundry. As I left the room she stirred.
Me: Yes, I was just putting some clean clothes away.
DD: Mummy can you stay a little bit?
DD: I love you Mummy.
Me: I love you too Darling.
DD: You can go now.