Sometimes I wander off the point a little. My friends and colleagues are used to this, so you, dear reader, must get used to it also. Today’s post is not about emigrating to Vancouver or the wonders of British Columbia but about parenting (the last time I did this was Eating the Elephant).
We like our children to at least attempt to be helpful. I am a traditional parent who, when I see a pack of squabbling weasels, will find work for them. I give out chores. Yesterday Laurel, eldest weasel, was mooching about in a teenage way, while I was shifting a truckload of top soil into the vegetable garden. “Laurel” I yelled “Can you bring me the seed potatoes which are sprouting on the windowsill?” She did. She took my seed potatoes, carefully sorted into groups by variety, piled them all into one container and brought them to me. “Which ones are the Warba?” I asked “Huh?” she said.
Later I was marking out a circle for a new bed. I asked her to make a string compass – peg, piece of string, hammer peg in ground, lay paving stones in circle marked by end of string. She created her compass from a stretchy piece of fabric, and marked 2 lines on it. One half of the bed was measured to one line, then she got bored and moved to the other side and used the other line. It’s an interesting shape, but it’s not a circle. Huh.
In the evening, I asked her to make some cookies for lunch boxes. “If you want to make triple chocolate ones, swap 2 tablespoons of flour for 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder” I suggested. This evening, after dinner, she was nibbling at one. “These are very solid and bitter,” she complained “must be all the cocoa powder.” “How much did you put in?” I asked. “I swapped the flour for cocoa, like you said.” “What? ALL the flour?” “Duh, yeah. Like you said.” “I said 2 TABLESPOONS!” “Huh.”