Wednesday, May 23, 2012

title pic Shopping

Posted by dulwichmum on Wed 4 April 2007

Travelling on the Number 3 Bus on Sunday morning with my darling baby girl, was truly a terrifying experience. As the bus coasted through Brixton, sweet Freya commented loudly that the blue of the seats and upholstery reminded her of her favourite restaurant.

“This blue Mummy”, the tot exclaimed, “it is the same blue as the sign outside Carluccio’s on Russel Square” (you think I am joking now, I am not!).

“Mummy can we have lunch at Carluccio’s in Fenwick? I so love Carluccio’s. I love Italian food, real Italian food, I so miss Ella our Sardinian au pair. She was such a good cook”.

This little one is far too bright for her own good. We were on the way into town to spend some of her birthday money – she was just four years old the day before.

We were surrounded by velour Juicy Couture tracksuit wearing killer Chavs, looking at us for all intents and purposes as though they were going to stone us to death with their gold tooth fillings. My baby was laughing in the face of danger. I wasn’t…

This is the only occasion where I have wished that my munchkin would articulate a love for McDonald’s! As we travelled across Lambeth Bridge, Freya announced:

“Mummy look, the London Eye” .

I could not help myself, and under my breath I referred to my darling baby as “The London Mouth”. She collapsed in a fit of giggles. I just love it that she now understands sarcasm – the lowest form of wit. My wit.

Later, safely in Hamleys, Freya quickly found an enormous display of Ziggle “Movers and Shakers” vibrating cuddly toys.

“Don’t let your daughter near them,” hissed a well dressed exhausted looking mother standing close by.

“My daughter has been sitting on hers for the last three weeks”…

“Yes, indeed,” I agreed,

“I can see, it could give a girl unrealistic expectations of married love”.

I so enjoy shopping with my baby girl, we are more like sisters!…

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