More Toddler Philosophy and a film recommendation

It was an absolute joy earlier this week to be looking after Zosia once again.  It was three weeks since we'd had our regular Wednesday together, and luckily she seemed happy to be here and got straight back into her usual routines.  

She's not yet reached the stage where 'No' is the answer to everything, so early in the day, just as she was beginning to get every item out of the toy basket to ascertain that all was present and correct (brown bear - check; three mice - check; 'We're Going on a Bear Hunt' (alternatively known as 'Uh-oh!') - check; etc etc etc) we asked her a few questions about her Christmas.

'Did you have a good time in Poland?' Mr U-t-B queried.

'Yesh,' came the reply.

'Was Grandma well?' continued the inquisitor.

'Yesh.'

'And Grandad well?'

'Yesh.'


Did you have lots of nice presents? Was it cold?  and Did it snow? followed, all of which were answered with a very sweet,


'Yesh.'  



Secure now that no answer other than yes was going to be forthcoming, Mr U-t-B then posed the question'

'What's the answer to everything?' 

A short and thoughtful pause followed.

'CHEEEESE!' came the reply.


(Back in October she seemed to proclaim cheese to be the key to success and long-term fulfillment - see here.)


She's learning to count.  Fingers, toes, curtain rings and buttons being favourites.  Counting the buttons on my blouse, she went; 


'One, two,' with confidence, 
then more quietly, 
'sree, sore, sive,' 
by which time the buttons had run out.  

However, to my surprise 
(as we'd only been going up to five) 
she then said, 



'Six...



Seven...



BOOB!'


In other news, Mr U-t-B and I went to see a film.  We began a campaign to visit the cinema each week last winter, but failed quickly when family commitments got in the way.  But this year it looks like more of a possibility as we now have a cinema in Aldershot, after probably a decade of the town being cinema-less.  

(Shame that with the Morrisons we got this...

The most ghastly and ENORMOUS green and yellow patchwork wall, plus strange 'We-haven't-finished-building' metalwork - what an eyesore!)

It's only a ten minute walk away and is in a complex with lots of 'eateries' so there's even the possibility of combining a film and a meal out from time to time!  How very grown up!

Anyway, we went to see 'Quartet', a film set in Beecham House, a home for retired musicians.  It was directed by Dustin Hoffman and stars Dame Maggie Smith, Tom Courtenay, Billy Connolly, Pauline Collins, Sir Michael Gambon and Sheridan Smith.  

I could give you a resume, but this trailer does it so much better...

Great performances from everyone, including the many older musicians who swelled the cast list and made me rather wish I'd stuck at the violin, become a great performer and could spend my twilight years in a lively, pleasantly cacophonic place like Beecham House!


I really enjoyed the film, which was funny, sweet and life-affirming.