Curious Carys

People often say that Carys is very much like me.  She is confident, talkative, inquisitive, philosophical, she thinks a lot, she insists that there must always be a reason, she asks far to many questions and is naughty more frequently than Jamie ever is…….I like to think she is like me too!

A friend of mine always said that I should write down the questions that Carys asks or the statements that make us smile, baffle us or have us thinking for the next 2 hours.  We joked that we would call it ‘The little book of Carysisms’.  I didn’t write them down but really wish I had as most have now been forgotten.

Carys and I had the following conversation about 2 months ago;

Carys  “Mummy, what colour is our energy?”

Me “I don’t really know but I think bright orange, a bit like Lucozade”

Carys “What is Lucozade?”

Me “I’ll show you next time we are in the shop”

I had completely forgotten about my promise to point out the colour of Lucozade when we next went shopping.  However, last Monday when we were in the shop Carys remembered and we spent the next 5 minutes in the drinks aisle of the Spar.

Me “This is Lucozade, look at the colour of that, bright orange, just like energy”

Carys paused for about 30 seconds whilst looking at the bottle in her hand.

Carys “Is that why goldfish never sit down Mummy?”

Me “Why do you think that?”

Carys “Because they have energy on the outside too”

Me “Maybe, but we can’t stand around here all day talking about the colour of energy”

Carys “Why can’t we see our talk Mummy?”

Deciding that I needed time to ponder on this one I asked Carys if she would like to choose a magazine.  I must have been desperate, I don’t normally do magazines, what a waste of money.  The £3.99 I ended up paying for a Hello Kitty magazine with a sparkly pencil that never sharpened properly and a ruler that snapped as soon as she looked at it would have bought a book that we could have enjoyed together.

Later that evening there was a discussion about bed time.  To cut a long story short, I said it was bedtime and Carys said it wasn’t.

Me “If you continue to be naughty I will take the magazine off you”

Carys “It’s not my fault that the naughty fairy has been to me again and put all of the naughty things in my head.  She always comes to me”

Me “There is no such thing as the naughty fairy, the only person that makes you naughty is yourself”

Carys smiles a cheeky smile and pokes her tongue out.

Me “And don’t poke your tongue out, it’s rude”

Carys “I was just licking my lips”

Every evening,  when the kids have gone to bed,  I spend a considerable amount of time thinking about the questions, the answers, the statements, the replies but what entertains me the most are her reasons.