“YYYEEEAAAAAAAH!” Grace cries back with glee and claps hands. The journey continues thus with lots of me trying to get her to say “Poppy,” lots of “Yeeeah’s” and lots of hand clapping.
We arrive and knock on the front door. I give the usual big build up “Heeeeeeere coooooooooooooomes” (door is opened) “POPPY! YEAH!” Poppy’s Mum is wearing a big grin equally as idiotic as my own and is waving Poppy’s hand for her.
“WHO IS IT POPS? IS IT GRACE??? HELLO GRACE!”
We put the girls in the living room amongst the toys and wait for the affection between them to spew forth. What we actually get is a kind of wild-west-duel stand-off, with the girls standing facing each other, staring intently. It’s like we’re just waiting for the hay bale to blow past and that whistly music to play.
Eventually, the troublesome twosome decide that toys are probably more fun than staring, and begin to play with things. Or to be more precise, Grace playing with things (quite roughly I’m afraid to say – she’s definitely the more boisterous of the two) whilst Poppy toddles after her worriedly trying to take back what’s hers.
“Gentle” I tell Grace as she merrily bashes Poppy’s favourite dolly’s head on the coffee table. “GENTLE, DAMN IT!” This is received with defiant laughter and more head bashing.
“Share Poppy, share toys” Poppy’s Mum patiently reasons. This is received with a dirty look and an accusatory point at Grace.
“Give Poppy dolly back Grace, look she’s getting upset now. Ta . . . TA! GRACE!”
Dolly is thrown aside (probably the best compromise we’ll get) and hurriedly rescued by the ever-anxious Poppy. Next, Grace sits in Poppy’s special chair. Poppy tries to shove her out of it. It’s never ending, and Grace is exactly the same with her own stuff.
Can someone tell me when it is they’ll learn to play nicely together and get along?
Or is this “best friendship” completely in Mummy’s heads and wishful thinking?
Time to go. “Bye bye Poppy!” I chirrup on Graces behalf.
“Bye bye Grace!” Comes the reply.
“Kisses?” We shove their heads together. Grace shoves Poppy’s face, Poppy looks upset. ****sigh****
(Once we’re in the car though Grace does nothing BUT wave bye bye nicely and blow kisses! FFS!)
Friendship is a funny thing between little ones isn’t it? Never mind, we shall soldier on and they WILL be best of friends. They will they will THEY WILL!!!