So, I never mentioned I have a new playschool, it isn’t actually called Cheap As Chips but that’s what Mum and Dad seem to call it. I like it just fine, especially as it’s right next to Rocket Park which has just been made-over with lots of new playthings, though they got rid of the old rocket which gave it it’s name :(
My latest obsession, my number one craze, is Being First: I want to be first to everything, first in the car, first out the car, first to the end of the road, I want to win all my races with Daisy (even though she’s obviously a lot faster than me), I want to open the door when the doorbell rings (with supervision, of course) and so on.
What else have I been up to? Hmm. Ah yes, playing on the Wii: I have the WALL-E game, which got some terrible reviews but I don’t care (especially as it only cost me £7 of my birthday money second-hand), and I’m working my way through our old GameCube games, playing them in my own special way:
For example in Spiderman II, I climb Spiderman to the top of the tallest building in the immediate vicinity, jump him off the top and land on his face: laugh, and do it again. Alternatively, go to the water’s edge and fling myself in: rinse and repeat, ad infinitum. I also like Tony Hawk’s Skateboarding, especially the Foundry level in TS3 where I ollie myself into pits of molten metal to it’s somewhat molten metal soundtrack.
The other thing that possesses me is ‘Who’s going to be in front tonight?’ This is for when me and Daisy have our tea in front of the TV (posh we’re not..) – one of us gets to go right in front and one goes to the side. It was thought that when we got our new TV that it would mean we could both be in front, but the habit is ingrained now and, anyway, it’s not that big.
I usually start asking around when I get home from playschool or when Daisy gets home from school: we take it in turns to be in front. If I get the wrong answer – i.e. it’s not my turn – I let out one of those long drawn-out ‘awwws’ only us kids can do properly, but I resign myself to it quickly enough. Trouble is, even when I’ve had the answer – and qualified it with lots of sub-questions or assertions like ‘Daisy sat in front yesterday..?’ – and regardless of whether it’s my turn or Daisy’s turn – I carry on asking the question in tones ranging from querying to querulous until I’ve driven everyone half mad and I’ve been threatened with losing my turn if I ask that @#$grawlix%&? question one more time. At which point I say quite crossly ‘Don’t say that word!!’ – which is to be honest quite ironic, as I had a bit of a swearing phase a few weeks ago, but I’m over it now, more or less.
PS I’m going to make a project out of using all the other terms in the Lexicon Of Comicana – collect the whole set!
