It was Sports Day at Toddler Oub's Montessori school today. And it was reassuring to see that she has inherited the D'Oub family's complete and utter lack of sporting prowess. She was rubbish. Came last in just about everything. Was the only child to actually receive help to complete a race.
As she says herself - 'I can't hop.'
Hopping - Not an Oubby trait.She lost the egg'n'spoon race because she was so concerned with keeping the egg (aka potato) on the spoon. The two lads she was racing against had reach the finishing line, peeled, cooked and eaten the potato while she was still oh so carefully inching along. And she's the one who looked witheringly at me when I called it the egg'n'spoon race - potato mammy, potato (with added eyes thrown to heaven.)
Definite winner for best plaited pigtails... (Sadly though, not the source of some secret athletic powers.)And through it all I laughed and laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard I cried. Actual tears rolled from my eyes such was my merriment at watching my little darling. I'm such a supportive mother. But hey, she's three, I've surely got a few years before the real, serious psychological damage is done.
Of course, I could put her dire performance down to her recent bout of chicken pox and the fact that we are just back from a very demanding mini-break up to Belfast. Lots of fun was had by all. We visited the Giant's Causeway. I was told in all seriousness by Second Son how it was created by Finn McCool. This the child who dissected the government's economic policies in one easy step. That said, the government's economics are harder to swallow than any ancient fairy stories and half as credible. Boom, boom.
Son delighting in the natural wonders of the Giant's Causeway
Daughter succeeding much better in the sitting down looking cute race
Littlest daughter looking like Frida Kahlo. Though that hat may have been too mad, even for Frida.
