I haul Tadpole out of the bath, wrapped in not one, but two towels (one large bath towel to swaddle her adequately, and one baby sized one which she still is rather attached to because it has a hood with ladybirds on). Sitting on the toilet seat, I cradle her in my arms, savouring the moment.
“Mummy, can I be the petit chaperon rouge?” says Tadpole.
“If you’re little red riding hood, who am I?” I ask, knowing full well what the answer will be.
“You be the wolf, and I ask you the questions.”
I thought as much. I growl, although I think the sound I make is more bear than wolf. Not that I’ve ever met either, of course. The only wildlife I have seen in Belleville are pigeons, cockroaches and dogs.
“What big ears you’ve got,” says Tadpole, stepping into character.
“All the better for hearing you with!” My gruff voice (usually reserved for Gruffalo’s and Wild Things) makes Tadpole giggle.
“What a big nose you’ve got!”
I rub my nose against hers. “All the better for sniffing you with!”
“What big eyes you’ve got!”
“All the better for seeing you with,” I say, rolling my eyes.
I gnash my teeth, certain I know what is coming next. Tadpole looks up at me, a mischievous smile on her face.
“What big spots you’ve got!”
I stop, mid-gnash, the wind abruptly knocked out of my sails, and put a finger up to the small pimple on my chin, to see if it has grown since I last consulted the mirror. Tadpole’s smile falters for a moment as she waits to see how I will react.
“I’m not a leopard,” I reply, eventually, with forced joviality. “I’m a wolf. Wolves don’t have spots!”
This evening I have been mostly turning my flat upside down looking for the referral my doctor gave me for a dermatologist when I came off the pill. Over-sensitive, moi?
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petite you can get these brilliant spot deterrent sticks which don’t look disimilar to a lipsyl thingmebob which really work! They literally dry out the spot instantly. And yes I have seen them in the chemists in Paris…you must read Tadpole the newest version of the three little pigs, except its called the three little wolves. Brilliant!
Comment by aminah — November 30, 2006 @ 9:41 pm
Oh, the cruelty of youth!
Comment by Antipodeesse — November 30, 2006 @ 9:51 pm
Ooooo ouch! Kids that age do have a terrible habit of pointing out what others wouldn’t think to comment on. They also tend to be a lot more observant than adults, which is a fairly dangerous combination.
I remember once helping a child on the computer and bending over to show them how to do something. The child promptly informed me that I had smelly breath, and I’ve been paranoid about it ever since.
Comment by Ignorminious — November 30, 2006 @ 9:55 pm
Sounds just like the yellow teeth post. Next she will be telling you that you dress funny and that only old people listen to that music.
Comment by Sam — November 30, 2006 @ 10:14 pm
This is what petite should expect bringing up her child in such a scummy part of Paris…
Comment by Yaxlich — November 30, 2006 @ 10:55 pm
“pidgeons”
A cross between a pigeon and a widgeon, perhaps?
;)
(sorry, I couldn’t help myself)
(I’ll probably find someone else has mentioned it, but their comment hasn’t come up yet, then I’ll feel a fool)
(ah well)
Nice comeback about the leopard, though. Play her at her own game!
Comment by anxious — November 30, 2006 @ 11:09 pm
Tea tree oil. There is something so ironic that I get more spots these days than I did when I was a teenager…
Comment by Lady Miss Marquise — November 30, 2006 @ 11:25 pm
Anxious: Well, as a matter of fact, wigeon (if you mean the type of duck) doesn’t have a ‘d’ in it either ;-)
Comment by Mr Pedantic — November 30, 2006 @ 11:35 pm
Oh, this is why I’m so nervous around children. I think it would crush me to hear such a thing. Your response was beyond commendable. I have no good recommendations for the spots themselves as mine are generally the result of stress & not easily treatable–just have to wait them out.
Comment by ambika — December 1, 2006 @ 12:01 am
Great post. My son, I think is just a few months younger than Tadpole. They are a blast at that age.
On a side note: Is it just me, or do your commenters get more and more rude as your popularity grows?
Some of you people need to grow up!
Comment by Mad William — December 1, 2006 @ 12:38 am
I got the most amazing face cream at a certain store near you and after 13 years with painful “spots” and monthly trips to the dermatologist, it’s all gone. That is, as long as I keep drinking water.
Since I’m competitive by nature, I won’t post the name of it here, because I don’t want it to EVER fly off the shelves!!! But if ya shoot me an email, I’ll send you the name of it. I sent some to my colleague in Milan and she’s now a slave to the cream.
Indeed.
Comment by Mlle Smith — December 1, 2006 @ 1:20 am
Goodness, have just caught up with events/comments in last post…’chapeau bas’, Petite, for putting up another post at all! I must be oooooodles over-sensitive…I stopped writing my blog because I had *1* comment and just didn’t dare write another entry…
My daughter (8) asked me a couple of weeks ago, ‘Maman, are all English ladies fat like you?’ Sometimes even the consolation of being a UK size 10 after 3 kids isn’t nearly enough :-(
Comment by Lucy-Jane — December 1, 2006 @ 1:24 am
Drop me a line Mlle Smith? You haven’t filled in a bona fide email address?
Comment by petite — December 1, 2006 @ 1:33 am
Mr Pedantic
It has a d in my dictionary (both versions exist in fact)
(Chambers, for info)
Comment by anxious — December 1, 2006 @ 1:39 am
Kids are great at every age! Novalynn (8) said about her brother’s (13) long-john’s, ” Mommy! Dylan’s wearing TIGHTS!” She was scandalized beyond all comfort…
Comment by Lara — December 1, 2006 @ 3:17 am
@ Mlle Smith: when I read your comment I hoped to get the name of the cream ;-). I’ll visit Paris the end of December so if you want to help out a desperate girl with spots, my e-mail adress is vherremans@hotmail.com :-).
Comment by Veerle — December 1, 2006 @ 4:05 am
Ah yes, spots. You can get her back when she’s a teenager.
I’ve found that I can’t use nice moisturisers, such as l’occitane, else I get spots. I have to stick to the cheap and less effective stuff.
Comment by oink — December 1, 2006 @ 9:18 am
at least it was your very young daughter pointing out a spot on your face, and not some college boy pausing in the middle of making out with you, “did you know you have a cross eye?”
Comment by Lisa — December 1, 2006 @ 10:25 am
Yey! A Tadpole story – my favourite. Spots: I’ve found any moisturiser containing a hefty dose of retinol does the trick for me :-)
I’ve only been blogging for a couple of months and recently along with lots of chatty friendly comments, I’ve had a couple of ‘to the point’ pieces of unsolicited advice left on my blog. One of my pet hates is unsolicited advice (although I know people are usually only trying to help, eg try moisturiser with retinol in it!!). But, seriously, does it get a bit irritating for you? I am only starting to get a tiny inkling of what it might be like.
Re unsolicited advice: I liked http://www.dooce.com‘s approach in her ‘FAQ on my blog’ myself.
Comment by Elisabeth — December 1, 2006 @ 10:43 am
I have also had the same problem when giving up Diane 35 (never mind the cruelty of youth – I’m 38). Mlle Smith, I would be eternally grateful if you would send me the name of the cream (I live nowhere near Paris, so will not be direct competition) to annie_tierney at hotmail dot com.
Comment by annie — December 1, 2006 @ 10:59 am
Nothing like the candor of a child to get us going!
Comment by Lost in France — December 1, 2006 @ 11:16 am
Try to avoid stress(!) and drink plenty of water.
Comment by Alastair — December 1, 2006 @ 11:25 am
Hmm I for one am saddened that Petite has felt is unnecessary to remain on the pill…
Are there no real men in “gay” Paris?
Disco
Comment by Disco — December 1, 2006 @ 11:28 am
At the risk of giving you too much information, I had to renounce Diane35 – which gave me the clearest skin I have ever had in my life – because my doctors said it was too high dose oestrogen for a woman “of my age”. I have never felt so old as I did on that day. Hence my skin is still recovering from losing its crutch.
And as for Disco, well, the pill is irrelevant in that context, surely, because as a single gal, I have to play it very safe…
Comment by petite — December 1, 2006 @ 11:38 am
That was so delightfully funny. Thanks for cheering me up this morning!
Comment by Sablonneuse — December 1, 2006 @ 11:38 am
melle smith, it would have been so much easier giving us the name of your magic cream…. now i feel like a shameful dog begging for a piece of food… i’ve had that kind of problem lately so i would love receiving the name. i’ll be in belgium next week so i hope finding it there.
Comment by lostinspain — December 1, 2006 @ 12:00 pm
forgot to put my email…
nieuwenhuysc@hotmail.com
thanks
Comment by lostinspain — December 1, 2006 @ 12:04 pm
I honestly think that the most unfair thing in the world is that its possible to have pimples and wrinkles at the same time. One or the other seems like more than enough to deal with. I actually started using a cream that my mom had been given by her dermatologist and I loved it (and its for both spots and wrinkles, how convenient)- Replenix Smoothing Serum x5. I don’t think you can get the brand in France but basically its a retinol cream. I have never had such good skin, and in theory, it should keep away the wrinkles so that I have this skin for even longer.
Comment by Nicole — December 1, 2006 @ 12:36 pm
So cute! My three-year old once asked me as I got out of the shower why I had “fluff” between my legs…
As for contraception, the Merina coil does it for me – great skin and no more monthlies!
Comment by Amanda — December 1, 2006 @ 12:59 pm
Contraception…a mother and her young daughter were having the age-old talk concerning the birds and the bees.
“Use aspirin to prevent becoming pregnant,” the mother said.
The daughter shot back, “Mother, I’m not so foolish to think taking an aspirin pill is going to work!”
“No dear, you don’t swallow it…hold it between your knees.”
Comment by Laughing Crow — December 1, 2006 @ 1:41 pm
Your girl is adorable….I used to be the same; I couldn’t miss smth to let uncriticized…The worth part is on the way…
Comment by Momo — December 1, 2006 @ 1:48 pm
Oh dear! I wonder if I was so “cruel”” to my mother at that age? I have a sneaking suspicion I was ;)
At least you can reassure yourself that you have a very clever daughter (who, by the sounds of it, is getting clever-er by the day)!
BTW– Do we (your loyal blog fans) get to preview any excerpts of the Memoir before they hit the press???
Comment by Just Dazzle — December 1, 2006 @ 2:01 pm
My parents still remind me of the time the 3-year-old me said “You’re very beautiful Granny, apart from your moustache.”
Comment by Huw — December 1, 2006 @ 2:08 pm
I had a great uncle who had a large nose, slightly bulbous pale eyes and combed back hair (painting a great picture here). Sitting round the tea table with said great uncle, my then 5 year old brother asked in a loud voice: “Mummy, why does Uncle Albert look like an alligator?” It was a completely spot on observation!
Comment by Jude — December 1, 2006 @ 2:56 pm
Will you be really angry with me if I admit to telling this story to the office where I work ?
Comment by Jonathan — December 1, 2006 @ 3:00 pm
Kids! What best I’ve ever done in my life..
What a nice post, it expresses so much tenderness.. as always when you mention Tadpole!
Petite, you are my addiction, as everybody’s!
I make sure I don’t miss a single post..and I’m looking forward to the book!
BTW, what about the ruuuuuum (a la Peter Seller’s/Pink Panther) with a view? Is it finally YOURS?
Comment by Lion — December 1, 2006 @ 3:09 pm
Aged about 3 I once said to my father that “you’re not fat Daddy. You just looked fat.” I never lived it down!
As for wrinkles and pimples I have 10 years on both you and Nicole, and beleive me it gets worse! Life can be cruel!!
Sally
Comment by Sally — December 1, 2006 @ 3:13 pm
Acne is nature’s way of telling you you’re not over the hill yet!
You sound like a lovely maman Petite.
Comment by Damian — December 1, 2006 @ 3:18 pm
My friend’s son (5 years old) was in the bedroom whilst she was getting changed to go out.
He sat there playing with toys etc, then as she was in her bra and knickers, about to put on her dress. He just looked at her and said “Yuck” if that wasn’t bad enough.
He then went downstairs to tell the babysitter. “mummy’s wearing those really thin pants, yuck”
FYI – said friend was 24 at the time looking gorgeous.
Comment by heather — December 1, 2006 @ 4:10 pm
wow, tadpole’s getting so clever — she suckered you in on that one!
Comment by franko — December 1, 2006 @ 4:23 pm
It’s when the dang pimples are showing up inside the dang wrinkles, that things get really scary. Every potter knows the secret though. Just a l’il dab of clay will dry even the scariest giant underground pimples right on up, although it requires walking around with the funny looking clay spot on your face. Nice post, petite.
Comment by Sophmom — December 1, 2006 @ 5:07 pm
Apparently a baking soda kind of toothpaste works well on spots.
It’s great to have a 3-year old around, you must always be on your toes…physically and verbally!
Comment by Isabella — December 1, 2006 @ 5:30 pm
Great Damian! So we can all look forward to grey hair, the menopause, osteoporosis, but at least we’ll have CLEAR skin!!
Sally
Comment by Sally Lomax — December 1, 2006 @ 5:43 pm
Years ago, I stayed with friends whose children I’ve known from birth. They were at that point 5 (boy) and 3 (twin girls). The first morning, they came into my room to play while I finished dressing. In a bid to make pleasant conversation at breakfast, one of the twins announced, “[Passante]’s breasts are bigger than Mummy’s.”
Comment by Passante — December 1, 2006 @ 6:02 pm
My son once said to me, when I had combed ny wet hair back off my forehead – ‘Mum you look just like Grandad’
I remember once we were stood at a bus stop and a large man with white hair and beard was behind us. My son tugged my arm and said, at the volume only a 3 year old can achieve, ‘Mum Father Christmas is behind us’
Comment by Lucie — December 1, 2006 @ 6:20 pm
Speaking of ‘Wild Things’, has Tadpole seen Maurice Sendak’s new book ‘Mommy?’ ? It’s a very intricate pop-up (the story is all visual, only 2 words). Loads of fun, even if you have to watch carefully as they open the pages.
Comment by Alice — December 1, 2006 @ 8:26 pm
Hi petite,
I noticed someone else has been signing off as V. too (in the comments to last post before this one). I just wanted you to know it wans’t me, because I didn’t quite care for the tone of that message from “V. (from Lyon now)”. Not that you necessarily care, I know… But I *have* been a reader of yours from long before the media exposure, and we all have our little pride, don’t we. So I’d hate to think I could be mistaken for someone else. Guess I’ll just have to change to another name from now.
Comment by V. — December 1, 2006 @ 9:14 pm
Christ, isn’t it one of Nature’s Bitter Ironies that spots aren’t purely confined to adolesence!
Too much good (bad) living can take a dermatalogical toll (or so I’m told)…
:)
TT.
Comment by Trying Times — December 1, 2006 @ 9:16 pm
BOTH of my parents were Morris Dancers and I still have mental images of them skipping around with an array of sticks, bells and handkerchiefs or playing the accordion. Not only did they participate, but they openly did so in MY locality and I sometimes had to watch!
You coming out has helped me to open up about this haunting memory for the first time! Thank you!
Comment by Sleepless — December 1, 2006 @ 9:41 pm
‘Deripil Gel’ (active ingredient eritromicina (DCI) Base 20mg). Sans ordonnance. It can’t be beaten.
Comment by Madame O — December 1, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
let’s focus on the fact that tadpole is so clever and creative that she’s starting to write the script herself … never mind the rest. i’m sure petite is just right, exactly as she is.
Comment by mad muthas — December 1, 2006 @ 11:20 pm
I am glad you got off the pill. Seriously, you are doing your body a huge favor – a spot on your face is a small price to pay for your health.
Comment by frayed — December 2, 2006 @ 12:19 am
mlle smith can I add myself to the list of those who would love to know the name of the cream… always hoping that something, anything will work. Nice post, kids just do say it how it is.
Comment by Melissa — December 2, 2006 @ 3:54 am
“Mol-ey, Mol-ey, MOL-EY” (was that how Austin Powers said it? Ack! It went something like that!)
LOL! ;-P
Comment by Karma — December 2, 2006 @ 4:34 am
Hey there, finally found all those Eastside/Westside posts on on the Uptown entry and determined that most of your readers are in the end, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, would be boyfriends, moralists, comedians, pluggers, punters and loafers trying squeeze something out of the net. I liked the fireworks, though, because it teemed with light and heat, something real. Apparently all the characters (above, and probably more) have quite a bit invested in your story (and your stories). So this is nothing new to you, I imagine. Anyway, nice meeting you. Ciao ciao. MR
Comment by MATTHEW ROSE — December 2, 2006 @ 4:48 am
Hey there, finally found all those Eastside/Westside posts on on the Uptown entry and determined that most of your readers are in the end, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, would be boyfriends, moralists, comedians, pluggers, punters and loafers trying squeeze something out of the net. I liked the fireworks, though, because it teemed with light and heat, something real. Apparently all the characters (above, and probably more) have quite a bit invested in your story (and your stories). So this is nothing new to you, I imagine. Anyway, nice meeting you. Ciao ciao. MR
Comment by MATTHEW ROSE — December 2, 2006 @ 4:48 am
Dare I tell you this story? Recently my husband and I got down to some long time since conjugals, then went to sleep. The following morning our four year old crept under the duvet and delcared “Pew mummy your ‘parts’ stink”. Oh. Dear. God.
Comment by Welsh Cake — December 2, 2006 @ 10:15 am
GGGGGGGRRRRRRR. Spots or not, I’ll come and eat you all up.
I agee on tea tree oil, but read the label and do a skn test as around 2% of people are allergic.
Comment by AussieGil — December 2, 2006 @ 12:01 pm
Bandwagon etc… Sorry to butt in, but I can’t possibly ignore the apparent existence of a magic potion. Mlle Smith (or anyone else now in the loop!), pleeeeeease email me the name of this cream at zazie.q@gmail.com
Thank you!
Z.
Comment by zazie — December 2, 2006 @ 12:46 pm
I don’t get it. This blog is supposed to be one of the most visited in the blogosphere. But why? Utterly uninteresting lah-lah stuff on everyday conversations which doesn’t even have a punchline point other than the author being over-sensitive. Why do people care?
Comment by Peter N — December 2, 2006 @ 2:51 pm
Why do you care, Peter?
Comment by JonnyB — December 2, 2006 @ 7:15 pm
He even has a link to your ‘lah-lah stuff’
He obviously lives in lah-lah’ land.
Comment by PB — December 2, 2006 @ 7:46 pm
Ha, like this entry. Reminds me when my favourite niece asked me why my face was covered in spots, and I replied that some people were just born with freckles. She was like, “No, not your freckles, your SPOTS, the yellow and white ones”.
Comment by Annie Rhiannon Atkins — December 2, 2006 @ 8:17 pm
Yes, Peter, why DO you care? Perhaps, if you ask nicely enough, Petite will change her writing style and content to meet your individual needs. Alternatively, piss off and try reading a few of the other quintillion blogs out there; I’m sure you’ll find one or two to suit your requirements. I believe there are several that cater specifically for pompous, arrogant twats.
Comment by Martin — December 2, 2006 @ 8:47 pm
I care Peter.
As to why?
She is a bloody good writer.
For me she teases the detail out of everyday slices of life and lets me look at them afresh. And every now and then she takes me on a roller coaster with the not so every day slices
Comment by meredic — December 2, 2006 @ 8:50 pm
I don’t! I heard that this blog was so popular, decided to check it out, and am left baffled by the amount of people who are drawn to this gibberish. It’s a superficial world.
Comment by Peter N — December 3, 2006 @ 12:36 am
This is actually a comment about the uptown girl blog. I can completely relate to I live in the 93 and work in the 16eme. It really feels like going between two different worlds. The cars over the other side appear to serve no other purpose than to block the footpaths. The shopkeepers approach you helping you into a coat rather than sizing you up and down trying to figure out if you will steal something. The most marked difference is that the people in banlieue appear to be happy whereas the people in the 16eme are too busy trying to impress each other to be content. All I ask for is a simple life : )
Comment by Cleo — December 3, 2006 @ 12:46 am
Goodbye Peter.
Comment by suze — December 3, 2006 @ 1:22 am
Shut up “Peter N” u big reject!me and my mum love this blog!you’re fab petite!
also!as a teenager i feel so sorry for u!i know it may not be the same, but it makes you feel so much less confident when you have a spot doesn’t it!!try sudocreme!i put it on before i go to bed and its fabulicious!
also i love your comments about tadpole!she sounds ADORABLE!(well albeit a lil bit insensitive at times!
emily
Comment by Emilina Ballerina — December 3, 2006 @ 1:51 am
Meow Peter N. Perhaps you should find another blog to read?
Comment by theblondebomber — December 3, 2006 @ 2:28 am
Peter N, obviously you care too. Great blogging, Petite! I’m addicted to your site and I’m constantly checking for new blogs. Anyway, at my tender age of 39, I have just began to get these awful spots. Didn’t get them when I was younger though. Tough luck, I think.
Keep up the great work!
Comment by Vanityspice — December 3, 2006 @ 6:23 am
We add our own punchline point to Petite’s entries. She is just a viewer, commenting for us on images from everyday live. There is no need to spoon fed us the punchline, we are capable of creating our own ones. That for me is part of the appeal, and ensure that I read the comments to see what other people’s punchlines are.
Comment by Maya — December 3, 2006 @ 1:15 pm
Out of the mouths of babes and innocents! Hilarious! Pimples seem to be jst one of the facts of life, if the comments here are anything to go by: very reassuring…
Comment by Greenmantle — December 3, 2006 @ 2:37 pm
Oh, the honesty of children…I’m still laughing at Welsh Cake’s comment! Love it!
And nicely put, JonnyB.
Comment by suziboo — December 3, 2006 @ 3:04 pm
Peter, at the risk of being repetitive, as Petite has already said in the past, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Your blog examines cultural issues from your own point of view, which readers may or may not agree with, Petite’s blog is a slice of her life. Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?
Comment by Paris Lights — December 3, 2006 @ 4:10 pm
I remember the sudden return to less than perfect skin after giving up the pill,
but the welcome return of my libido more than made up for it.
Comment by Ruth — December 3, 2006 @ 4:22 pm
I always get a spot on my chin before my period starts and it’s never really bothered me because I have always seen my monthly cycle as a positive thing which reminds me of my feminity especially now that I’m over 45. Most of my friends think I’m mad to think of periods in that way! I’m sure other people hardly notice these sort of spots, anyway, Petite.
Comment by Susannah — December 3, 2006 @ 6:16 pm
I’m a firm believer in drinking gallons of water to keep your skin looking nice…
Comment by Sam — December 3, 2006 @ 6:36 pm
I had a youngster comment on a (stray… I swear STRAY … an exception, not the rule!!!) STRAY hair in my nose. Arg. I wanted to die.
Comment by clarissa — December 3, 2006 @ 6:37 pm
Re: 59
Because most people do care about real life! That’s the one we are living at the moment, and some of us enjoy a lighter look at things sometimes.
It’s called entertainment. The sort of thing that is written by the columnists who are probably paid lots of money in the newspapers you write for! I imagaine that it is only a matter of time before Petite is offered such a regular column.
The rest of us readers possibly think that condemnation and criticism of others’writings are both time wasting and could be perceived as a form of jealously.
Perhaps the qustion you should be asking is not why Petite and not me, when I can’t see what she has got, but “What is Petite doing right to get so many readers and commentators?”
Personally, if I want news I buy a newspaper. If I read blogs it is to switch off, have a giggle and listen to other people’s opinions.
Read again perhaps, with that in mind – and try to enjoy……..
Sally
Comment by Sally Lomax — December 3, 2006 @ 8:32 pm
Petite, amazing how controversy keeps seeking you out, ain’t it? You don’t hold especially contentious views, you are doing the same blog thing you did before the balloon went up at your workplace. Yet now you’ve felt compelled to close the Uptown Girl comments column early, something you haven’t ever done before AFAIK. Don’t let it get to you. Just keep on doing what you’re doing and know that as you get the success you earn, so you will attract your share of the envious and of life’s little detractors. That you already have the important things in place is clear from your writings.
Comment by andrew — December 3, 2006 @ 11:29 pm
Bonjour! I found your blog on my friend Sophmom’s blogroll. Love it! I’ll be back.
Comment by Windfall Woman — December 3, 2006 @ 11:41 pm
Another adorable story, Petite!
You know, although I’m not pregnant and have no plans in the immediate future of becoming pregnant (though I’m 32 and married, so I perhaps should not wait too long…), I do own THREE things for my unborn/ yet-to-be conceived child/children: a frog towel with a hood, a duck towel with a hood, and a bunny towel with a hood. They were just so cute I couldn’t risk not finding them again. It will be YEARS before they will can be used… oh, well…
again, cute story!
~Nicole (american living in germany)
Comment by Nicole — December 4, 2006 @ 1:53 am
Gee, hilarious! this kid is killing me!
Comment by Frog with a Blog — December 4, 2006 @ 3:20 am
It’s clear to see your always on your toes with that youngster. Impressive conversation.
Cheers
Comment by Nocturnal — December 4, 2006 @ 6:50 am
Sweet story. Joys of being a mother :)
Comment by lynn — December 4, 2006 @ 11:10 am
Re: 82
hi Nicole!
Well what are you wating for? If you are going to use three “special” towels, you will need to have three babies, so to allow a reasonable time between each, you perhaps ought to be thinking very soon!! Buying things for a future baby is a fairly sure sign that you are feeling a bit broody!!
Just go with the flow! You’ll love it.
Sally
Comment by Sally Lomax — December 4, 2006 @ 11:40 am
I love this one. Jake used to love the ‘Little Pig, Little pig, can I come in?’ ( ironically.) He used to love the part when I flew into a panick oh-no Mr Wolf no-not-by-the-hair-of-my-chinny-chin-chin I will not let you in!
The little pig in a panick was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, he’d have hysterics.
xx Happy birthday Jake.
Comment by fjl — December 4, 2006 @ 11:42 am
My little addition to spots – well, not really for the odd spot that we all get from time to time, but brilliant for acne. My teenage son recently developed it and we tried all the face washes, creams, etc. in the world with no success. Homeopathic medecine has totally cleared it – within three days his face had calmed down and it has all but disappeared, although he takes the granules all the time. Go see an ‘ordinary’ doctor or a dermatologist and see what trash they hand out…!
Comment by Louise — December 4, 2006 @ 11:45 am
re comment #80.
What I can’t understand is why people visit this blog, decide they don’t like it (fine – I happen to love this blog and Petite’s writing and stories), and then feel obliged to leave a comment saying they don’t like it. As others have said, if you visit a blog and don’t like it then you just don’t go back.
Keep going as you are, and I also look forward to the book when it comes.
Regards
Comment by Pierre L — December 4, 2006 @ 2:42 pm
Funny story Petite. I don’t have the “spots” problem (much nicer word to use than the American “zits”), but I do think Mml should let the word out about her favorite product if she wishes it to remain available. Keeping it a secret may in the end cause it not to be popular enough to be on the shelves at all.
Had problems submiting for some reason, hope this doesn’t repeat…
Comment by Amy — December 4, 2006 @ 9:29 pm
Hello Petite
I read your Wolf post last night – and lo and behold, my own two-and-a-quarter year old wonder gave me cause to remember it today… There she was in my arms, gazing into my eyes and fingering my curls: “Mmm,” she said after a little moment. “I must do something ’bout your hair.”
Livvy U.
Comment by Livvy U. — December 5, 2006 @ 11:47 pm
Ah kids god bless them!
Andy xx
Comment by Andy — December 6, 2006 @ 12:13 am