Thursday, October 29, 2009

the correct way to have breakfast

Every now and then the hankering for bacon and eggs for breakfast occurs. I do believe that hankering is the correct word. I think the word "desire" for bacon and eggs would set us all off on the wrong course. I would save "desire" for chocolate cake. The little ones wouldn't save "desire" at all and would just get straight into the chocolate cake as soon as they could regardless of whether there was going to be bacon and eggs or anything else. And they definitely would not fuss about the word "hankering" with a mouth full of chocolate cake.

The real problem with the bacon and eggs was not so much the hankering, more the eggs. We needed more eggs. I suggested scrambling them, as adding the milk bulks it up a bit and no-one can really tell how many eggs they have anyway. Wee Tiny was against this idea and told me so loudly. She did not like scrambled eggs at all.

"But" I pointed out, even though I was sure I should not begin a sentence with 'but" I also felt the stronger neccessity of getting directly to the point of the problem without wafting along worrying about what were the correct words to use and when to use them.

"But when we eat bacon and eggs,you don't like eggs at all. You won't be eating them What does it matter to you how they are cooked"

Wee Tiny was not at all persuaded by my illogical point of view and settled they entire matter by going out on the swing saying loudly that she wanted porridge.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


The Small One said "S...I... E... A... I think that's the word for someone's phone number."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

in true life

The smaller they are, the more astounding the revelation.

One day as we walked in the long grass beside the stream, Wee Small was keeping a continuous flow of babble about all the kinds of things that were occupying her mind at that moment. Or at least that is how it appears to me. Wee Tiny and I walked beside her listening, or not listening as the case may be. Amongst all of this I caught the phrase 'in true life" - she was referring to "jumpolines" (aka trampolines; scientific equipment used in assisting the small ones in their goal to fly) and I wondered that if jumpolines exist "in true life" then what kinds of things did not occur "in true life." So I asked her.

With no hesitation Wee Small told me "monsters."
I was glad to know that Monsters do not exist in true life.
Wee Small was not glad that I had strayed off the point and got it straight back to jumpolines. The babble continued all the way home.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Up along the ridge to the west of tummy mountain is a farm that has some very small ponies. I was not aware that ponies came in that size. Were I to saddle up and mount the pony I am sure I would still be standing on the ground.

And so if I could not be carried along by this tiny horse, maybe I could carry it along in my arms instead, like a wee baby, taking it to different parts of the paddock and letting it snuffle the flowers.

The Small One told me I was silly.

Yet times change and with the onset of spring these very small ponies have had little babies of their own. I have been told the correct word is "foals"

Now I am very determined to head on up to the farm soon and carry one of these wee baby "foals" in my arms. I believe it to be the right thing to do. For too long have humans been carried by horses. I would like to return the favour, and bring a bit of balance back to the world.

Friday, October 16, 2009

the studious ones

The little ones are fervent astronomers.
Indeed, they are acquainted with all the stars that appear in the night sky above tummy mountain.
This knowledge is due to their diligence, their dedication, and from many evenings spent floating amongst them.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

the smaller they are...

... the cuter they look when they sing "I'm a little teapot, short and stout..."

Monday, October 12, 2009


I was heading off to bed when I heard Wee Small talking in her sleep. I can only imagine what she was dreaming because I heard her say "ghosties love coconut."

Monday, October 5, 2009


The little ones are riding their hobby horses (at least I think they are called hobby horses - they look like cute pony heads on a broom stick) around tummy mountain.

After a long days ride the hobby horses need a little encouragement to keep up the pace. So the little ones have hung apples and carrots on the end of sticks to help them.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

quiet reflection

Over the course of a day the little ones find themselves subject to the different moods and emotions as we all do.

Occasionally the little ones collectively need to drop their toy ponies and engage in a moment's quiet soulful introspection.

Of course they have their own special place to do this when the mood takes them.

The thinking tree.