The Georgous

Tag: humour

  • Conversations with Georgia: On Lent

    This morning, at 5 am, (!)  Georgia squeezed in next to me. As I willed her back to sleep, her little voice pipes out:

    Lent, Easter

    G: Mum, when’s Easter?
    (I can see her thinking chocolate, easter eggs, holiday!)
    Me: It will be soon, but do you know, now is the time called Lent?
    G: (huffily) I know that already.
    Me: And do you know what Lent is about? (pause…but no response comes) It’s about giving up things.
    G (without skipping a beat!) : Ok! I can give up work and Cello practise!

    Obviously I explained to her that Lent was about giving up things you really like or love, and her reasoning was,
    G: (adamantly) But I do really like writing!

  • Conversations with Georgia: A Burnt Day…

    Overheard Georgia on the phone with Mama (grandma) yesterday…

    G: Do you know what day it is today?

    G: It’s Burnt Wednesday or something like that…

    Then to me, “Mum, what day is it? Like Burnt Wednesday or something?”

    Can you guess what she meant?

  • Conversations with Georgia: Please God…

    Georgia came back from spending a few days with Mama (Grandma) and Grandpa, and she said to us:

    G: You know, we went to the garden centre and it was really nice, we saw guinea pigs and rabbits and even some fish.
    Me: Mmm…What did you do there?
    G: We had some lunch, I had some jacket potato with cheese.
    Me: That sounds nice.
    G: Yeah and you know we saw this really funny hanging thing that Mama wanted to buy!
    Me: Oh is it?
    G: And do you know what it said? (With a very serious expression, and very big eyes)
    Me: No, what did it say?
    G: It said, ‘God if you can’t make me thin, please make all my friends fat!’ Imagine! (she says with a shrug)

    At which point, we both burst out laughing! 🙂

  • Conversations with Georgia: The Year of the Hedgehog

    With Chinese New Year just around the corner, we sat talking about how we could celebrate it in our own way, especially as it’s not a public holiday here. Somehow the conversation progressed from, who we would invite, what we would eat, when we would celebrate to…

    Dad: It’s actually ‘our’ year. Year of the Rabbit

    G: Why is it your year?

    Dad: We were born in the Year of the Rabbit.

    G: And me?

    Dad: You were born in the Year of  the Dog…

    G (at this point looking at little confused): …and after that it’s the Year of the Hedgehog!

    Dad: … ????