Thursday, November 26, 2009

The TMI Files. Magilla's Guide To Girls.

It all starts off innocently enough.....

When I was younger, I always wanted to write the Great Australian Novel. Looks like Magilla is a bit of a writer too, although more non-fiction than I ever was.

Nothing wrong with a bit of biology, you say, and there is, of course, the school of thought that believes pre-schoolers should be learning the facts of life in explicit detail.

Biology was always one of my stronger subjects at school, and when I studied beauty therapy a hundred years ago, my anatomy and physiology teacher was also a nursing educator, so I learned the equivalent of first year nursing.

I was in my 20s, though, and not 7 years old.

At least she knows what a girl looks like.....

....although her spelling could probably use a bit of practice.

nb. for our American readers in the Oz lingo, a fanny is at the front, not the back. I made an executive decision early on that I wasn't going to fuss over politically-, gynaecologically-correct descriptions with my girl.

She has a bum (or bottom) and a fanny. She's also recently discovered her new favourite word of "buttocks". Yes, she knows what a vagina is.

I just don't see the need to overload a child with all that terminology.

Time enough for that later.

And look! She even draws buttocks!

Well? Do you know about girls?

I have to confess that I discovered this in her schoolbag when picking her up from after-school care a few weeks back.

I laughed so hard I cried, and my stomach hurt from laughing silently. I don't think it would have done for me to be bent over double in hysterics while we're in front of her schoolmates.

The poor lady who runs the place didn't quite know how to take this little booklet - the pages were all stapled together so that you could read it in order - but as far as I'm concerned, it's bloody fantastic!

And funny as all get out.

My daughter the author. You've gotta love that!


At 6:51 AM, Blogger Boy on a bike said...

Monkey will be looking at you all cute and innocent in the supermarket, then he will bellow at the top of his lungs:


"Monkey, be quiet".


Then he'll crack up laughing. The problem is, so do I.


Bloody kids.

At 12:49 PM, Anonymous thefrollickingmole said...

Thats one to pinch and put in the bag for the obligitory "shame your child when they turn 21" montage at the party....

At 11:07 AM, Anonymous Dan Lewis said...

It's pretty hard to stay silent when someone's kid points and yells "vajayjay".

Nilk, I think you need to start a file now, for use at your daughter's 21st.


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