(Or How Mama Got Her Groove Back :-)
Sunday evening was pleasant and breezy, and since both the kids were up and alert, all four of us went down to the little park in our building. The husband and I sat on a bench with Munch and watched Moppet show off for us.
'Mama, look! Papa, look!' she squealed as she clambered up the slide the wrong way, monkeyed her way up the frame of the swing set, and drove the toy train to 'Andabaad'. (And elaborated so that silly Mama wouldn't get the wrong idea: 'Onny aeroplane go to Andabaad. I driving choo-choo train to air-a-port.')
Her favourite thing in the park is the huge, net-enclosed trampoline that the pre-teen kids do amazing stunts on. With no one else in the park waiting their turn for the trampoline, she was able to jump as much as she wanted.
Which was a lot, and for a long time, and soon Munch began to get cranky. So the husband took him back home, while I waited for Moppet to get all bounced-out.
'Mama, come jump!' she ordered, 'Like that! Come jump!' I hadn't been on a trampoline in a long, long time, and it did look like a lot of fun, so I climbed up and joined her. She squealed with delight as we bounced together holding hands, then took turns sitting in the centre while the other jumped around and over the one in the middle.
'Mama, look! I do som-solt!' she said, tumbling head over heels three times in quick succession. 'Now Mama's turn!'
'No baby, I'm wearing a skirt. I can't do somersaults.'
She studied me for a moment and then asked 'Onny boys do som-solt?'
'What? No, of course not! Everyone can do somersaults.'
'Mama iss not to do som-solt?' Sad face and bambi eyes.
'No, no. I can do somersaults, ok? See!' I demonstrated.
She giggled, did a couple more herself, and sat up looking at me challengingly. What the heck, I thought, the park's empty anyway, and I did a few more. So we tumbled around on the trampoline, doing som-solts and giggling and squealing like the two silly girls we were.
Later, dizzy and exhausted, we lay flat on our backs on the trampoline, looking up at the sky and pointing out funny cloud shapes. A vague suspicion crept into my mind. Was it possible that my two year old had tricked me into doing those somersaults? She wasn't that smart, was she?
Naah!
Maybe.
Ah, who cares? It was the most fun I'd had in ages!
17 comments:
Cute! Very cute:)
And yeah..Who cares even if she tricked you into it! It was fun and thats what matters :D
You guys had a ball and that;s what counts at the end of the day :D
Hmmm ... anyways since you asked .... whether she pulled a fast one on you ..... with kids nowadays you never know, do you ? :D
:)
wow!! it sounds like total dhamaal!! you go girl!! :)
cheers!
abha
Ha ha! :) You never know.. she may be the smartest 2 year old!! I wish Rey had stuck around to witness the fun. He would've learnt from M how to make Mama do things :))
Love!
Brilliant evening. I had a brill evening too, high on calories and lots of girly chatter and lots of fun.
Give Moppet a big cuddle for me, especially for making the evening so much fun for her Mama as well!
Or maybe she is....but am glad you did it and had so much fun!
looks like you been had mags, but in a good way, huh?
glad y'all had so much fun!
kewl maggie!! happy to hear that u r enjoyin urself :)
That sounds like such fun! And yeah, I think the smart little girl has you all figured out ;-)
Thass wunnerful, Maggie! Great girl, Moppet- keep up the good work:)
Awwwwwww... oh to have a daughter like Moppet :) And yes, for the record, she is that smart ) This post just put me in such a happy mood!
Wow - that does sound like a lot of fun...carefree sort...
And yes, she is that smart! :)
Ahh, now you remember this tale when she is asking you for a longer curfew!!
:).
what fun!
That sounds like a wonderful evening Maggie. How I would love to jump on a trampoline myself:)
Don't you ever let a skirt stop you.
That girl's got it right.
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