Little people have this un-canny knack for melodrama.
I am presuming that its not just my little people, or at least I am hoping it isn’t.
And the Oscar for best supporting actress goes to….
Performances seem to be at their best when someone is about to be told off.
Sort of like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman where she was a “little bit of a naughty girl.” Though perhaps best not to explain that particular kind of naughty to Chatterbox just yet; she is only six after all…
The stunning thing is how she manages to invent new things that hurt so readily.
If my tone changes to a “mummy’s a tad cross” voice, then amazingly:
- Her arm has a HUGE scratch on it from our relatively timid cat, Shrek (don’t ask)
- Her toenail is bent into her skin and she can’t possibly walk anywhere anymore
- We’re bleeding from our ears.
Well, possibly not that last one.
It’s instantaneous. And so are the tears. How do they do that? One minute serene, the next; Niagara Falls.
Wobbly Leg Syndrome
I am beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be rather amusing if I adopted this attitude when someone needed parenting, and I couldn’t be bothered to do it.
Do you think it would work if I suddenly got a bad case of Wobbly Leg Syndrome?
Does that sound convincing enough? I’m sure that exists somewhere – sounds medical-y enough to me. And all I have to do is convince a four and a six year old…
Maybe then I wouldn’t have to make their tea, put a wash on, get their school stuff ready, put on the television, or indeed do anything at all helpful.
But then again, I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to keep that up for more than five minutes without dissolving into fits of giggles.
Which is why my daughter would beat me to an Oscar anyday.
Could your little ones win at the Academy? If so, what impresses you most about their acting skills? Can they turn on the waterworks just like that – even better than Gwyneth Paltrow? Do share in the comments below.