all thanks to a chap named Dave

Twin girl is growing up too quickly, she adds on an inch a day, without heels, and her intelligent outlook on life means she refuses to be fobbed off with fantastical stories unless you ensure you have covered  all the details so it passes the plausibility test. 

At the tender age of five it breaks my heart to see her question the existence of the Easter Bunny and makes me smile that she refuses to believe the dandelions will make you wet the bed and picks them by the ton as she sees the weed as pretty!

So imagine my exultation recently when a random turn of events and a chap called Dave convinced my daughter that her imagination is real and fairy tales do come true.

On holiday recently in the lovely coastal town of Hastings, he who helped create them and I found ourselves driving by the sea in the fun bus with two sleeping five year olds and a very hungry but rather beautiful baby.  Keen to let the active two sleep so they could fully enjoy the kiddie disco later we make the executive decision to pull up in a car park and let BB at the boob.  This caused immense delight for BB as it meant she could expose me to a whole new bunch of holiday makers which she did in style as several people from the older generation crept by and she yanked her head away, squealed in delight and did all she could to draw attention to my giant  leaking breast.

Whilst sitting like Dick and Lil, me and he who helped create them were enjoying some unprecedented quiet when suddenly twin girl jerked awake and declared,

“I need a wee”

Leaping to attention and with BB settled I saw God was on our side as a sign for some delightful public toilets was posted outside the fun bus; so twin girl and I set off on a toilet adventure hand in hand.

However as soon as we got outside the car twin girl stopped as if she had been struck.  Her hands crept up to her throat and her mouth broke out into the widest grin and her eyes twinkled like Christmas.

“I don’t believe my brain” she declared.

Following her star struck gaze I looked across the street to see a blue van with a green wavy stripe and an orange flower painted on the side.

Oh yes, my daughter had seen the transport of her idols, sitting across the road from us was indeed Shaggy and Scooby-Doo’s Mystery Machine. 

“Its real” she cried, “it’s really real.”

“Shaggy and Scooby have come out of the TV, they are real mummy, I can’t believe my brain, oh my eyes,”  she babbled on like a child who had just had a Sherbet Dip and washed it down with a fruit shoot.

“If they are real mummy it must all be real, fairies are real, Father Christmas exists and God is alive!”  with this last statement she extended her arms in a dramatic flourish.

I was overwhelmed with excitement for her and utterly caught up in the moment.  When she grabbed my hand to rush over for a detailed inspection part of me also believed the Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Fred would be sitting in the front seat waiting to say Hello.

When we reached the van, twin girls smile exploded a little wider, “it’s just like on the TV” she exclaimed breathlessly.

Delighted that twins girl reading level was not quite at the point of being able to read the inscription Daves Mobile Disco which was inked on the side of the Mystery Machine we both peered in the passenger side window.  My heart dropped, sitting on the front seat was not a six foot brown dog with a stoned partner in crime, but instead sat a pack of Marlboro Lights and the latest edition of Nuts.

Twin girl turned to me and I prepared to deal with her disappointment; yet instead as I looked into her brown eyes I saw even more wonder and amazement.  Whispering to me in hushed tones that only magic can inspire she stated;

“Mummy, how fabulous, they are out solving a mystery, right here on our holiday, how wonderful.”

Aren’t kids wonderfully special…

How I adore my eldest girl.

Thanks Dave