My Fault

I've learnt a considerable amout of things since I've been here in Italy, one of them happens to be that I have become the scapegoat for Clari in anything that goes wrong for her. Sometimes, it's just impossible not to laugh in her face when she says things. For example:

The other day she was watching some cartoons on youtube on Dominga's ipad, and then it stopped and started to buffer. She started to cry and couldn't understand why it wasn't working, and then it was my fault it had stopped... Only I couldn't catch the reason because she was babbling something illegible between wails. The cartoon stopped buffering and carried on and she just stopped crying and laughed.

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We went to judo on Friday and got changed in the sportshall changing rooms. I tied her judo belt for her, and then she went to the toilet. When she came out, she'd undone her belt and was trying to do it back up, only she couldn't do it properly. She screwed up her face and started to cry.

"It's your fault!" she wailed, "You didded like this and now it is wrong!"
She glared at me.
"Don't be ridiculous Clari! You untied it and now you can't tie it up again. It's got nothing to do with me."

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We were both sat on the floor as I had made her a throne (for 'Queen Clari') and we were drawing things on it with felt tip pen. She kept shuffling over and shuffling over until I was squidged up against the freezer.

"Clari, can you move back a bit? I can't reach the bottom of your throne!"

She moved back and we carried on. About ten minutes (and a lot of shuffling) later, Clari banged her head on the corner of the table. She started to wail and suddenly, of course, it was my fault.

"You-made-me-hitted-my-head-you-told-me-to-move-and-now-I-hitted-my-head-an-an-it's-your-fault-you-me-ahh-waaaahhh!!"
"Don't be so silly Clari! I did not tell you to bang your head into the table now did I. Don't be ridiculous."
"Bahngs-ahwa-do-sjhbnjthing-thenma!"
"What?"

She was wailing so hard I couldn't understand a word she was saying.

"Waaggghhhh!!! Gehtt-hbhjs-ice-bjac-or-sbjathing!"
"Clari I can't understand."
"I'mg-speakinngh-ENGHLISHHAA!"
"I know Clari but I can't hear you you're babbling so much."
"Wha-ghs-are your ears blocked or something-gha? You speak out of your ears!"

Yes, gosh, that's it. I speak out of my ears.

After a few moments she cooled down a bit.
"Finished?" I asked. She frowned and gave me one of the most evil glares I think a six year old could muster but said nothing.

"Mmm, good. Shall we finish this throne for Queen Clari then? I hear she's waiting."