Before you ask, no I haven’t jacked in my wonderful job and sold my soul to Walkers. I’m actually having a bit of a dilemma. Having posted my dilemma on Facebook and Twitter and got no useful suggestions, I decided it was time for more drastic action – a blog post.
Libby loves food. That’s great, it makes my life easier. She has never met a food she didn’t like, including stilton, olives, chilli, all the things that children shouldn’t like. She’s always up for a good meal, which really has never been a problem, until this year’s festive period.
You see she’s always had a bit of a thing about crisps. As food goes, crisps, in Libby’s humble opinion, are one of the best things going. Like most mums do, I’ve been telling her about Christmas, she’s been listening to some stories at playgroup about it and we’ve shown her lots of Christmas trees and Christmas lights. And somewhere between adult mouth and 18 month old brain, it has all been lost in translation. You see, Libby is absolutely certain that the whole thing is all about crisps.
Merry crispmas, lets go and see some crispmas lights and pull a crispmas cracker. We’ll have some crispmas presents under the crispmas tree, eat our crispmas dinner and then pig out on crispmas pudding.
This isn’t just a speech thing, it’s not that she just can’t say Christmas. Every time it is mentioned, she is incredibly excited and looks around in anticipation for her crisps. So has this happened to you? Surely Libby can’t be the first child ever to experience crispmas? Any advice gratefully received. In the meantime, Libby’s off out for a walk… in her festive crispmas pudding hat of course!