'I want tootties, mama' ...
Closer to my ear came a more urgent whisper, 'I want tootties!'
Try replacing the 'c' and the 'k' of 'cookies' with 't's and tootties is pretty much what you get and that was what was whispered in my ear a few moments ago.
She was trying to find the balance between whispering so that her mum couldn't hear and being heard by me.
I delved deeper into what I had already suspected.
I asked, 'What do you call her?' pointing to little Miss Three's Mum and she replied 'Mama.'
'What do you call me?'
'Mama'.
'The same for both of us?'
Looking a little bit surprised I could be so foolish she told me yes, all but arching an eyebrow.
Crazy times here ...
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Toottie Fairy
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In some African tribes, they call all the female relatives of the mother mommy. I guess she picked it up from there. :D
Yes, I could imagine her traveling here already ... I have a shot where she bears a remarkable resemblance to a little white pygmy.
I do love the Wee Curly Grrrl.
Hope she's taking her honey and not coughing too much.
Honey keeps her sweet, you know.
She's coughing less, and had her day at kindy today, Christmas party and all ... this one isn't as bad it seems.
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