Kleenex and Quenouilles

This morning as I sat at the kitchen table with Paypay having my morning coffee wondering what my next topic would be. I could hear Chickpea and Momo in the front room playing then things got really quite, Paypay got up to see what was going on and my sweet daughter gave me my next topic.

Paypay asked me to come see what fun Chickpea was having . . . . I walked into the room, tried to hide my laugh as much as possible and immediately left to snatch the camera. My sweet girl had emptied a box of kleenex and was in process of ripping each of them to pieces. She looked up and had a huge grin on her face, it was priceless. Momo was no help, she was having her own sweet fun by ripping a small teddy bear to shreds.

It reminded me of when my siblings, my older sister CeCe and younger brother JR, had gotten into some fun of our own one morning. Our mother had worked the night shift at the hospital and was sleeping so we were trying to be quite, yes we were trying to be quite. In the living room corner stood a vase with 'quenouilles' (I don't know the english word and the french-english dictionary is no help so please see the picture)as a decorative piece. I don't remember how it all started but when we pinched the quenouilles pieces would break away and float around like snowflakes it was pretty cool and we had loads of fun until our mom walked in and her face said it all. What we hadn't noticed was that we were knee deep in snowflakes, our mother just stood there, laughed and told us to have fun trying to clean our mess. It took us quite some time to get rid of all those pretty snowflakes and we never did that again. For me, it's a childhood memory that I cherish because of the fun we had and my mother's face.

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Ce matin j'etais assise a la table avec Paypay en prenant un cafe et je pensais a quoi sera mon prochain sujet. J'entendais Chickpea et Momo qui jouaient dans le salon en avant et tout a coup elles etaient devenues tres tranquilles. Paypay s'est leve pour aller voir ce qui se passait et ma fille ma donne mon prochain sujet.

Paypay m'a demande de venir voir ce que Chickpea fesait . . . . J'ai rentre dans le salon, essaye de cacher mon rire le plus possible et suis partie chercher l'appareil photo. Ma charmant fille avait vide une boite de kleenex et etait en train de les dechiqueter en petits morceaux. Elle m'a regarde et avait un sourire fendu jusqu'au oreilles, c'etait vraiement precieux. Momo, elle n'etait pas mieux car elle avait du plaisir a dechiqueter un toutou.

Ca m'a rappele quand ma soeur ainee (CeCe), mon frere cadet (JR) et moi avions eus du plaisir un certain matin. Notre mere avait traville de nuit et dormait donc nous essayons d'etre tranquille, oui on essayait d'etre tranquille. Dans le salon il y avait un vase avec des quenouilles. Je ne me rappele pas comment ca a commence mais lorsqu'on pincait les quenouilles les morceaux s'envolait comme des flacons de neige. C'etait tres cool et on avaient du fun jusqu'a ce que maman rentre dans le salon et son visage disait tout. Ce qu'on avaient pas vus c'etait que les jolis flocons de neige nous arrivaient aux genoux et il y en avaient partout, partout. Notre mere a reste la, a rit et nous a souhaiter du fun a ramasser notre gachis. Ca nous a prit du temps a le faire et nous n'avons plus jamais touche aux quenouilles. Pour moi, c'est un beau souvenir d'enfance a cause du fun que j'ai eu avec ma soeur et mon frere mais surtout a cause du visage a ma mere en entrant dans le salon.


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