Nora rhymed two words this morning, with no prompting.
She was getting dressed, and saying "two.... two" (the only number of choice, natch) then she said "two poo".
It would have to be "poo" wouldn't it.
So we spent a few minutes thinking of 'oo' rhyming words, like Zoo and er... Noo. Then I sang her two lines from a Stevie Wonder song: "All I do... Is dream about you". Apparently funnier than Richard Pryor on a good day.
And ooooooooh. Had to get summer clothes, since she is sans summerwear, so bought a load, some 18 months and some 12, from Verbaudet, the French shop which has an often hilariously translated UK website & catalogue. French design is so garishly colourful all the plastic-wear (bedroom, bathroom type stuff) is either way cuter than anything you get over here, or so colourful you'd puke even without a hangover. However, if you try your best to avoid the ubiquitous swathes of pink, some of the clothes are frankly, yummy. And relatively cheap. Look what I bought for Nora. Just gorgeous, non? This is why kids get showered with gift and clothes constantly by some parents, because buying stuff for your child is almost as much fun as slightly guiltily spending loads of money on yourself. The only difference being that for the price I'd pay for 1 pair of decent trousers and a nice shirt, I get Nora more or less a whole wardrobe until the autumn.
