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cuisine.

Indiana and I are walking along and we see a group of magpies.

Me: Indi, do you know what magpies eat?

Indiana: (triumphantly) CHEESE!

Me: No, not cheese…worms!

Indiana: Pfftlluhh! Yuck!

Me: What does Indi eat?

Indiana: Snakes.

Me: You eat snakes?

Indiana: Yeah, Indi eat snakes. And ‘piders.

Me: Snakes AND spiders! My goodness.

Indiana: And bugs!

Me: Wow.

A little later, Indi walks past a mound of mulch in a passing garden and points to it.

Indiana: Elephant eat dat.

Me: Elephants? Oh. (I look over at the pile) What is it?

Indiana: Look like dirt.

Me: Elephants eat dirt, do they?

Indiana: Yeah, a ‘course it does.

(Indi, aged 2.)

commands

Indi has a new toy from the zoo that she has named “Baby”. It is a zebra head on a stick, that has a trigger function that causes the mouth to open and close. She is biting me with it and it isn’t working properly.

Indiana: What are you DOING, Baby? Bite Mummy! A biting!

(Indi, aged 2.)

self-worth.

We’re in the car driving home, and Bea has said something funny.

Grandma: You’re a funny girl, Miss Beatrix.

Beatrix: Why?

Me: Because you make us laugh.

Grandma: And we love you.

Beatrix: That’s why you don’t want me to get runned over with a car.

(Bea, aged 6.)

boys.

Beatrix: The boys in my class all have red as their favourite colour. Because red is the colour of blood! And they like blood, okay?

(Bea, age 6.)

artist’s critique.

Grant is showing me a doodle he did for a tattoo idea. (See link.) We’re both laughing at it because its hurriedly done and fairly poor. 

Grant: It’s just a silly drawing that Uncle Grant did. It’s not very good.

Beatrix: (long pause as she examines it) I can draw very well.

(Bea, age 6.)

the quicker, the better.

After letting Indi have a few chips to dip with. I go away to check my emails. I come back into the playroom to find Indi with her hands in the dip bowl, eating fistfuls of hommus.

Me: Indi! What do you think you’re doing?!

Indiana: (through her mouthful) Dip.

(Indi, age 2)

holiday tradition

Bea has taken out the Halloween decorations while we’re setting up for Christmas. She is playing a game with them. Indiana is snatching them away.

Beatrix: Indi’s a water monster!

Me: Oh. Is she?

Beatrix: Yeah! She keeps taking my pumpkins and filling them up with water. They don’t LIKE water, Indi — they like blood!

(Bea, age 6)


Welcome!

An archive of quotes from my radical tomboy daughters; Indiana Lux (3.5) and Beatrix Honey (7.5) on their journey to becoming less pod and more human.