The Very Hungry Caterpillar Parody
At the light of day a little girl (our daughter) lay in bed.
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of bed came a tiny, hungry and disproportionately energetic toddler.
At 7am she had put together all of her puzzles and eaten her breakfast but she was still energetic.
By 9am she had made some play-doh, done some imaginary play on her tuff tray and got out all of her Happyland characters but she was STILL energetic.
By 11am she had walked 5 miles with Mummy and Daddy and although they were close to tears, she was STILL energetic.
By 1pm she had eaten her lunch, missed her nap and gone to mini-gymnastics, but she was STILL energetic.
By 3pm she had played with all her musical instruments, got out the annoying pop-up tent that no-one but her enjoys and camped out the living-room, but she was STILL energetic.
By 5pm she had learnt Mandarin, cooked a soufflé, formed her own proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem, founded her own political movement and written up her first manifesto, studied the work of Monet, composed her own opera, read the works of Shakespeare AND pretended to be a dinosaur but she was STILL ENERGETIC. HOW DOES SHE DO IT? I’M DYING HERE AND SHE’S STILL GOING. WHAT IS SHE TAKING WHEN I’M NOT LOOKING AND WHERE CAN I GET SOME?
It was 7pm and finally Mummy and Daddy let her watch 10 minutes of Peppa Pig. After that, they felt much better.
It was 9pm and the little girl wasn’t energetic any more. She was a little, sleepy princess.
She had a bath, a bedtime story and some milk, and was finally asleep.
Until 7am.
And possibly a few more times before then.
P.S. I’m tired.
