Little Blog, Sunshine, Mom and Dad have been playing Junior Monopoly. Every time you buy a property, you put up a lemonade stand on that square, in the colour of your playing token.
This gives Little Blog an idea.
“Daddy,” she asks, “how do you play Monopoly for real?”
“Well, Little Blog, you buy real properties and then you find people to…”
Little Blog interrupts: “I know! I know!”
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Little Blog is staring into the mirror.
“Mommy, come look here!”
Mom comes running.
“What is it, Little Blog?”
“Look in my eye, Mommy!”
Mom can’t see anything amiss. “What’s wrong with your eye?” she asks, deeply concerned.
“There’s somebody in my eye!”
“Who is it, Little Blog?”
“It’s me!”
Little Blog has finally mapped out her career path. She is desperate to share the news, but wants the entire family to be present, so she waits until supper time. Then she bursts out:
“Do you know what I’m going to be when I’m big?”
Mom takes the bait: “No, Little Blog. What are you going to be?”
Little Blog: “I’m going to be a teacher.”
Dad: “Why a teacher, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Because I’ve already got almost everything I need.”
Mom: “Like what, Little Blog?”
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Little Blog has made a terrible discovery: dirty hands can be very bad for you.
“Mommy, do you know what it means if you don’t wash your hands?” she asks after arriving home from school.
Mom: “What happens, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “It means you aren’t looking after your hands and your nails.”
Mom: “That’s right, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “And Mommy, do you know what happens if I don’t look after my nails?”
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Little Blog is thinking about Women’s Day, which is being celebrated in South Africa on Thursday.
“What,” she wants to know, “are we going to do for Mommy?”
Then she has a bright idea.
Little Blog: “Daddy, do you know how to make fish fingers?”
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