Free the Refugees: just don't give them any of my toys
For your reading pleasure, I give you an interview with Grizzlewick, son and heir*....
Gigglewick: Will you tell the good people your name?
My name is Grizzlewick. And my other name is Grizzlewick Gigglewick Fix. And your name is Mummy and your other name is Grizzlewick.
Gigglewick: How are you enjoying being three years old?
I don’t want to get older. When I am four, after that I will be seven and then I will be three again. When I am bigger, I will go in the passenger seat and when you are smaller, you will go in the baby seat.
Gigglewick: Are you looking forward to moving to the country?
Yes. But Mummy, you want to give my toys to kids from the scary place [editors note: war-torn countries – some of Grizzlewick’s toys are going to a refugee support service]. When the kids come from the scary place they don’t got any toys at all and they have to have my toys but only my babytoys and I will keep the big kids toys.
Gigglewick: You seem to like Matchbox cars a lot…
Yes. I like cars. What do you want for Christmas? Do you want a shiny red car?
Gigglewick: That would be nice. But I’m supposed to be asking the questions. How are all your friends going?
I like my friends. I like Aunty Doc and Pa and Nana and Blondie and Bladder and Lucas.
Gigglewick: What happens when people aren't your friends?
Then I will put fire on them. Fire fire fire. And I will pick them up and throw them over the fence. To the neighbours.
Gigglewick: Ouch. That doesn't sound very nice...
But they are all my friends. And they can come to my birthday in the Australian bush and we will have a train cake.
Gigglewick: You seem very influenced by music. Who are your favourite bands?
I like Wolfmother and (Franz) Ferdinand. And 'Swish you well'. And Dr Worm. We like that one, don't we Mummy? And my favourite Wiggles is 'Brickplaying Song' and 'Fruit Salad'.
Gigglewick: Er yes. Any other news?
Ernie the cat did scratch me and I said "No Ernie" and he had to go outside and I didn't give him a special treat. I love Ernie. I want to pat him.
* Ha ha ha. Sucked in, Grizzlewick. As the song says, "Tooralee, tooralee, all I can spare....are only six ribbons for tying back your hair". And your hair isn't even that long, you poor little bugger.
Gigglewick: Will you tell the good people your name?
My name is Grizzlewick. And my other name is Grizzlewick Gigglewick Fix. And your name is Mummy and your other name is Grizzlewick.
Gigglewick: How are you enjoying being three years old?
I don’t want to get older. When I am four, after that I will be seven and then I will be three again. When I am bigger, I will go in the passenger seat and when you are smaller, you will go in the baby seat.
Gigglewick: Are you looking forward to moving to the country?
Yes. But Mummy, you want to give my toys to kids from the scary place [editors note: war-torn countries – some of Grizzlewick’s toys are going to a refugee support service]. When the kids come from the scary place they don’t got any toys at all and they have to have my toys but only my babytoys and I will keep the big kids toys.
Gigglewick: You seem to like Matchbox cars a lot…
Yes. I like cars. What do you want for Christmas? Do you want a shiny red car?
Gigglewick: That would be nice. But I’m supposed to be asking the questions. How are all your friends going?
I like my friends. I like Aunty Doc and Pa and Nana and Blondie and Bladder and Lucas.
Gigglewick: What happens when people aren't your friends?
Then I will put fire on them. Fire fire fire. And I will pick them up and throw them over the fence. To the neighbours.
Gigglewick: Ouch. That doesn't sound very nice...
But they are all my friends. And they can come to my birthday in the Australian bush and we will have a train cake.
Gigglewick: You seem very influenced by music. Who are your favourite bands?
I like Wolfmother and (Franz) Ferdinand. And 'Swish you well'. And Dr Worm. We like that one, don't we Mummy? And my favourite Wiggles is 'Brickplaying Song' and 'Fruit Salad'.
Gigglewick: Er yes. Any other news?
Ernie the cat did scratch me and I said "No Ernie" and he had to go outside and I didn't give him a special treat. I love Ernie. I want to pat him.
* Ha ha ha. Sucked in, Grizzlewick. As the song says, "Tooralee, tooralee, all I can spare....are only six ribbons for tying back your hair". And your hair isn't even that long, you poor little bugger.
posted by gigglewick at
1:10 am
11 Comments:
But he'll have heir apparent some day.
I asked my little girl if she'd like to live in the country, and she started to cry. She wanted to live in a house.
I felt bad.
The chap has taste, I'll give him that. Fruit Salad. You can't go past the classics: yummy yummy…
Indeed, a wise and stylish child. You should be proud.
Kids... they're so sweet. My 10 y.o. still insists that she sometimes plays with her baby toys, so they cannot be given away.
Meva,
Nothing like a touch of literal truth to make you feel like a bad parent.
Harpo,
Yes. I was somewhat disturbed to discover however that the video to that particular Wiggles epic features Paul Hester, which made me a bit sad.
Ms Batville,
Am a bit worried he is a rock pig. But in that regard, not that different to his mother. Oh how I will bore him seven ways stupid with stories of being showered in beer at Spiderbait shows.
Chai,
Your daughter is very smart...my sister and I did the same thing. The key is SEALING UP THE BOX.
i read this before i went to bed last night and grinned myself to sleep.
very very very sweet
He he he. I particularly liked the bit involving dropping people over the fence to the neighbours :) Very cute.
Redcap,
I'm astonished that no one else picked up on that.
Believe me, "I will put fire on you. Fire fire fire" (with accompanying hand gestures) is a pretty common retort from an annoyed, thwarted or frustrated Grizzlewick.
Your boy is gorgeous.
Utterly.
Hi GW! I deleted my blog in a moment of madness and it's been taken over by aliens from the planet porn. I've got a new address now, if you'd like to update.
INCraig,
Yes. Yes he is. Although I did come back from a weekend in Canberra (news crews everywhere at the airport! Crazy times!) to find that he had developed an incredible bossy streak.
What does one do when their child's response to the concept of fireworks (which he has never seen) is to "put some water up in the sky, and then there won't be any fire. And the birds will have something to drink". I chose laughter.
Meva,
Thank goodness you are back. I was worried about you. Hoorah, etc!
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