Now, previously I said Clari likes to play and she likes to play pretend games. Only recently I've noticed she's getting really lazy, and these games are starting to consist of me playing the game and her sitting back and having a loovely time.
Like when I 'make a cake' on her back or I'm a farmer and I grow something, using her back as the field. She lies down and relaxes - and lies there for like, 10 minutes. And then she'll want me to make another one. And another one. She always wants to play this game, until it gets to the point where I am sick of making the same bloody thing on her back and I tell her we'll play something else.
"Just one," she asks, attempting a sweet innocent asking face on me (only this does not work - I can still see the devil gremlin lurking inside).
"Okay. Just one. And then we'll play something else. What do you want me to grow?"
"What's the longest..." I hear her mumble under her breath.
There's just no winning. I end up being a farmer and growing some grapes, and then pressing them into wine. Only, I can't just plant the grapes straight off - oh no - I have to water the field (her back), plough the field, water it again and let the sun shine on it - and only then, can I plant the grapes.
Another game is Doctors. Or I should probably rephrase it 'Doctor' as I'm the only one who does anything.
Clari is the patient who lies on the bed, ill. I then have to check her heart rate, pulse, reactions in her knees, take her temperature, inject her, feed her medecine, operate and amputate her... all while she's just lying back on the bed, not moving and not even saying anything to me. It just becomes a rolling spiel of my own voice, until I'm finished and I tell her "I'll be back same time next week!".
Only she then says, it's next week now... and I have to do it all over again. And again. And now I'm a crazy doctor and we start from the beginning.
Not only is she lazy, but she isn't half sly. Word of advice - do not underestimate the wily ways of a six year old. Oh yes, I know they look cute and lovely on the outside. Inside, they are gremlins.
After Clari snitched on me yesterday for something I didn't do wrong, it's become a blackmail. If I tell her I won't do something:
"If you don't do that, I will tell my dad you were doing homeworks."
Yes, that's right. A six year old can say that?!
"But I wasn't so I'll tell him you're lying."
She shrugged. "He will believe me."
Whoever said six year olds were wonderful has clearly never met one.
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