Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Having an awful time

The Littlest Latte was unenthusiastic about a lovely walk in the fresh air.

"I don't like lovely walks," she said.

We agreed that it would be a horrid walk, and that she would be able to frown constantly during it.

So we set off down the road together, scowling fiercely.


  1. I'd find it hard to scowl there - what a beautiful place.

  2. Oh, that sounds so horribly familiar! She doesn't look all that miserable though ;-)

  3. And did she scowl? I must know!
    MasterM holds the record for the longest scowl in our family and it is unlikely that anyone other than a professional will beat him.

  4. I was like that as a child - ALL THE TIME! In fact, my parents gave my particular scowl its own name -"Shnooby". For example "Eleanor's had the biggest shnooby all day" or "I tried to get Eleanor to come out of her room, but her shnooby scared me off."

  5. being miserable on a walk probably means you can stomp extra hard in puddles and piles of crunchy leaves!

  6. Ooh, sounds like some (okay most) of our walks! Except it's the 10-year-old who does scowling duty as the three-year-old graciously provides the screaming, stomping and total hysterical dissolution and writhing on the ground.

  7. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

    Very creative way of dealing with the scowls!

    I'll have to remember that when dealing with my own scowling daughter.

    Her scowls are legendary. They will go down in history, and be remembered by generations to come.


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