Early morning. Eeh Bah Mum is chasing Eeh Bah Daughter around the front room with a pair of wellies and a coat.
Eeh Bah Daughter: I don’t want to go to playgroup!
Eeh Bah Mum: But you love playgroup. There’ll be Playdoh and singing.
EBD: I don’t like Playdoh and singing.
EBM: Well what do you like?
EBD: Dressing up.
Mum looks surprised.
EBM: OK…. you can do dressing up at playgroup.
EBD: Good. I can be a Princess.
Puzzled look crosses mum’s face.
EBM: Why do you want to be a Princess? Princesses are boring.
EBD: Princesses are good.
EBM: Good at what? What do you think Princesses do?
Mum starts to look worried.
EBD: Princesses have dresses and crowns.
EBM: That’s what they wear. Anyone can wear a dress. You
could put the dress on but be a Doctor or a Knight instead.
EBD: I want to be a Princess.
EBM: But what do Princesses do that’s so exciting?
EBD: They get rescued.
Mum wipes sweat from her brow.
EBM: OK sit down young lady you and I are going to have a talk…
Later that morning at a busy playgroup.
A small child is stuck in a walker designed for a much smaller baby. Several concerned mums and kindly playgroup assistants approach in turns. Each time the hall rings to the protestations of the small child.
EBD: I DON’T WANT RESCUE!
Across the room Mum looks on proudly.