House on fire

In year 7, Nicole has a lot of homework and assignment to do.

One of them is to write a poem about something that means a lot to her. So, when the teacher asked the class:

"If your house were on fire and you could only grab one thing, what would it be?"

Her answer?

"Fire extinguisher?"

😂

I was so clever...

Now Nicole is already 12 years old. A really big girl, 165 cm, 56 kg. Taller than mummy, (not) heavier than mummy... 😊

Sometimes we reminisce the things that she did when she was much younger and just had a good laugh out of them.

One of them is when Nicole was around year 2 or year 3 Primary. We always ask her to brush her teeth after waking up and before going to bed. Minimum twice a day. Two minutes every time.

Sometimes she was a little bit 'tired' to brush her teeth for that long. Such hard work for a little girl!

At times, I asked her, "Nicole, have you brushed your teeth?" For a fraction of a second, her eyes darted to think, then she nodded. "Are you sure?" I asked again. "Yes, mummy," she answered seriously.

"Okay, can I see? Open your mouth, please." Another pause. "Come on, open your mouth," to which she would, but stretched both lips to cover her teeth... 😄 oh, bless her cotton socks!

That time, I would just say, "Open a bit more, a bit more".... until finally I could see her teeth. Then, a gentle push to take another trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When I reminded her about this recently, she said, "I remember doing that! I thought I was so clever and you wouldn't know!" and we just burst out laughing.