Kids say all sorts of things. Wendy is now 2 and a half. She loves going to Lathe Barn to see the farm animals. Yesterday, her parents went shopping and Michelle kindly offered to take her out for a bus ride - she loves that. They got off in Hythe and Wendy was jumping in puddles and throwing stones into them and generally being an energetic toddler.
Michelle nearly died of embarrassment because they walked past a house with an unkempt garden. A woman was in the garden and Wendy opened the gate, trying to get in and yelling with great excitement "Pigs! Pigs!" This is the first time Michelle had taken her out on her own without another co-responsible adult.
It brought to mind the first time she saw a black child a year ago. Wendy is a caring and helpful little soul, so she got a Wet Wipe and tried to clean the child, saying "Dirt. Dirt!". Her mother could have crawled under a stone with shame! Wendy was only about 13 months old at the time, and Caelyn was terrified she would say that sort of thing at Nursery, so she mentioned it to them and they said that in view of her age, they would think nothing of it. Phew! Relief!
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