One of the loveliest things about Kitty and Elma at their current ages is how they’ve started to play together. I’ve written before about their seeming telepathy when it comes to picking up a game where it left off and their closeness and the fact that they can generally be relied up not to cause too much chaos and destruction if left without an adult in the room means that as Pip and I potter around the house getting the chores done and keeping everything in some sort of order, they can choose whether to stay and play with us or go off and play in their room.
And when they choose their room I can hear little moments of their play, usually enough to give me a pretty good idea what their up to and to check that all is well and happy and we’re not going to be spending the afternoon repacking all of the bags of grown out of clothes that live under their beds from a giant heap in the middle of the floor (not that that has ever happened of course). I can hear the Sylvanian bus trundling up and down the carpet, or vigorous use of “Frozen powers” on the stuffed teddies, and I get to hear their conversations together.
Sometimes they seem to have aged decades in minutes and be having full on little old lady chats’ Elma’s favourite is to wander up to Kitty and ask “how are you doing my darling?” to which Kitty will reply “I’m good, how are you?”, it’s all very civilised for two little people who moments before might have been fighting over possession of the toy tea kettle. Sometimes Kitty reads them both a story, her memory providing all the words as she turns the right pages, and sometimes it’s pretty much just “I’m Elsa, you’re Anna”.
But my absolute favourite of all the conversations, and possibly of any of the funny little phrases either of them has come up with, including the time Kitty told everyone we were going to the playstation to get her Daddy off the train, and her repeated insistence to tell figures of authority such as her nursery staff that after Daddy’s hockey match on Saturday she went to the pub and had a Daddy beer (with me mouthing “Club” and “Lemonade” in the background).
By way of background I should explain that the girls have chosen Tangled for our family film for several weeks running and it’s started to feature pretty regularly in their role play games. Kitty is Rapunzel, in her official Rapunzel dressing up dress, and Elma is Eugene, who wears a purple pinafore and has long blonde hair and lives in a tower. They’re both quite happy with the roles so we aren’t correcting that one just yet. You might also need to know that while the girls have maybe seen The Lion King once, they play the soundtrack at nursery occasionally and so we’ve played a few of the songs for tidy up time or to have a little afternoon dance party.
Most of their Rapunzel games involve “Mother” and “Rapunzel” and rather a lot of hair brushing and so it was that as Pip and I folded the laundry in our bedroom, I heard Kitty and Elma next door…
K: I’ll be Mother Gobbel, you be Rapunzel!
K: Rapunzel you have lots of knots in your hair!
Kitty starts brushing with their teddy bear brush
E: Oww Oww Oww Oww Oww!
K: Does Rapunzel say oww!? No she does not!
E: (sighing) Hakuna Matata!
It’s going to be hard to beat that one.