Ruby loves the idea of getting Nova on a leash and leading her around like a dog, and Nova just doesn’t want to play that game. It’s been a point of contention in the past…
2004
November 2004
Dear Santa,
I love Christmas. I want to get baby Zijada, then I’ll have five babies. Please can I have a cot to put the baby in when it’s tired please. I would like to have a moon in my stocking, and a star. And you have to give me a sky too. Thank you Santa, love Nova
October 2004
Wearing my safety gloves (I would have liked a mask as well) I gingerly opened one to reveal… a heap of grandpa’s old underpants.
September 2004
I went up to the enquiries desk and said, “Are you the kind of person who would recognise a piece of classical music if I sang it to you? Because I don’t want to do it twice…”
August 2004
“Shall I read Little Red Riding Hood?” “No,” she said, “Read Little Pink Riding Poop”, which she thought was hilariously funny.
July 2004
“Shall we put on your panties?” I asked. “NO PANTIES!” Nova yelled, snatching them from my hand and running from the room. “Throw my panties IN THE BIN!!”
June 2004
“Does my poop poop have a name? Yeah – Ruby. That’s a good name!”
May 2004
“Daddy dropped me on my head, but it was an accident.”
April 2004
“The face of London was now indeed strangely altered.” ~Daniel Defoe, A Journal of the Plague Year
March 2004
“Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours.” ~Richard Bach
February 2004
“Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness.” ~John Heywood
January 2004
“Oh dear!” she cried, “I got snow on my boot!” A few minutes later, “OH DEAR!!! Mommy’s got snow on her HEAD!!”