I feel like dancing...

Pappous is very excited that Emily and some of her classmates are going to be performing a dance in front of the whole school. I rather suspect he is imagining something like this. Which would certainly be interesting, as my latest information is that they are going to be interpreting I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas...

An answer for everything (2)

Me: Right, that's it. I've had enough. You're grounded!

Emily: [Open-mouthed in astonishment] But that's ridiculous. And illogical. I've done far worse things without being punished!

An answer for everything (1)

Phoebe: Dad, remember how you won't let me have a dog or a cat or a rabbit or a hamster because if we had a pet we wouldn't ever be able to go on holiday?

Me: [Warily] Yes?

Phoebe: [Excitedly] Dad, I want a goldfish! And guess what? You can buy special fish tanks that feed the fish when you go on holiday, so it wouldn't be a problem!

[Can this possibly be true? She has been spending a lot of time on the internet lately and I wouldn't be surprised if she's checked her facts on this one. I shall have to try a new tactic.]

Me: Well, that may be true, darling, but don't you think it's a bit cruel to keep a fish in a little glass tank when it would much rather be swimming through the ocean? [I have a sudden brainwave.] Like in Finding Nemo? Remember Finding Nemo? About the little fish that gets separated from his daddy and ends up in horrible fish tank?

Phoebe: Well, yes... [Ha!] But you eat fish, Dad. And if I were a little fish I would much rather live in a tank and be looked after by a little kid that loves me than be eaten.

D'oh!

I burble something about fish being born free, and how they prefer the possibility of not being caught over the certainty of captivity, but Phoebe seems even less convinced by this argument than I am. When I find myself claiming that lots of fish in the wild live to a ripe old age and die in their sleep, I realise it is probably time to change the subject...

We're back!

Which is to say we were away. On holiday. For Easter. And now we're back.

We are also (I hope) back to blogging, and instead of posting warmed-up leftovers that are a month out of date, I shall be attempting to ensure that everything appearing here at emilyandphoebe is fresh as fresh can be (and contains only the purest, most natural ingredients, of course).

Today, an amuse-bouche. On the way to school this morning, E & P were singing about washing their teeth with a bottle of Jack. When I suggested that Colgate would probably be more effective they looked at me with pity. Pity turned to scorn when I asked if it was a Lady Gaga song. Oh well...