I took my three year old to the park yesterday so she could swing, run, play the grumpy old troll who lives under the bridge.
She ended up staying in character and played the grumpy old troll who gets shocked on the slide, gets sand in her shoes and insists the underdogs on the swings were approached with a lacklustre effort and not the finesse her Mother felt she had really nailed.
After a couple of failed attempts at climbing up the slide (why have they not figured out this just doesn’t work) she became increasingly angry at the only person she could yell at aside from a pigeon who knew to keep his distance.
Chloe: Ahhhh!!! I keep falling!
Me: Chloe, why don’t you try the stairs, the ladder, or the pole with the giant plastic protrusions?
Chloe: What are pro-ter-oosens?
Me: Just try the yellow thing with the blue plastic things.
Chloe (falls again): UGHHH!!!!!
Me: Okay, this is getting dangerous. You are not going to be able to climb this very tall, twisty slide the wrong way so let’s try getting to the top another way.
She looked at me and the pigeon flapped its wings and took off.
Her next line would put Nicholson’s “You can’t handle the truth!” to shame.
She screamed, “HAVEN’T YOU EVER HAD A DREAM?!!!!”
