February 29, 2012

Imogen and Nanny went to see Cats on Sunday afternoon (comp tix are a super perk of MamaJen's job!.)  Before the lights in the theatre dimmed, Nanny reminded Imogen that she should be quiet, no talking, while the performance was on.  They could talk about everything after.


The lights dimmed.


Imogen remained quiet.


Things got noisy and scary on stage.  Imogen reached for Nanny's hand and squeezed it tight.

Nanny, in a whisper: Immy, are you okay?

Imogen: SHHHHHH!!!!

And after the show was over?

Imogen:  Nanny, you have to be quiet in the theatre:  no talking allowed.

February 22, 2012

Imogen: Mummy, are those ribs?!?!!

Me: Yes, do you want some?

Imogen, looking at her dessert: Umm, yeah, but I ate my dinner...

Me: Do you want some in your lunch?

Imogen: Yes!! Then I can be really angry or sad.

Me: Why?

Imogen: Because ribs are magic! They make all the bad stuff go away!

February 13, 2012

It is 6am.  I am in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher, preparing breakfast for Imogen and her brother, making a packed lunch for myself, assembling the various piles of morning pills ingested around here for various conditions, and nibbling at my scone between jobs.

Imogen:  Oh Mummy, I see what you're doing.

Me:  Oh yeah, what's that?

Imogen:  You're being Cinderella.

Me:  Hmm, yeah, a little bit I guess.

Imogen:  Don't worry Mum, the mice will show up soon to help you.

February 11, 2012

And again at breakfast, apropos of nothing, an announcement from Imogen:

When I grow up, I'm not going to get married because that means you have to live with them forever and clean up their barf.

February 9, 2012

Imogen and I were sitting at the table, eating our breakfast.  In her casual, conversation starter voice, Imogen said:

Mummy, isn't it great that our noses are stuck to our faces?