During a fractious, over tired bedtime with lots of tears, I’d finally managed to calm her down with a cuddle and a lullaby I’ve been singing since she was a bump…
Mama: …as the clouds go by-
LM: Why the clouds go by?
Mama: Um, it’s a windy night.
Mama: Sail baby sail, out across the sea-
LM: Why the baby cross the sea?
Mama: He’s on an adventure.
LM: I like the sea. I go cross the sea.
Mama: One day, yes.
LM: Baby likes the sea.
Mama: Yes she does.
LM: She tired now.
Mama: Yeh, she is.
LM: She in the drawer now.
[FYI, she’s talking about her baby doll who she had put to bed in the bottom drawer so, I quote, “she was safe” – from what, and why the drawer ensured her safety, I’m not quite sure.]
Mama: Yes she is. [Give up on the lullaby.] Night, night Little Miss..