THESE ARE ALL TRUE.
His week in tears:
- This truck does not fit in the back of that truck.
- Mummy will not let me pour water into her shoe.
- There is garlic mayo on Mummy’s felafel. (Mummy’s note: Fair call, I made the mayo myself with fresh garlic and it was pretty fierce).
- Magnetic repulsion between toy trains when they are facing the wrong way. This is not right.
- Getting out of the bath.
- Getting into the pusher.
- Getting out of the pusher.
- Getting into the car.
- The garbage truck.
- I had to stop washing my hands.
- Mummy looked at me in the mirror.
- Pants before shoes. Why?
- I don’t want to walk.
- I want to walk.
- I hate banana.
- I want water out of your cup.
- Couscous makes me angry.
- Mummy won’t let me put couscous into her shoe.
- Mummy won’t let me put the truck in her cup.
- Mummy won’t let me put water in the truck.
My week in tears:
- He hates banana. Banana used to be the only thing he would always eat. Now he won’t eat anything. He will starve. I am a terrible parent.
- The garbage truck came just the exact second he went to sleep for his daytime nap and he woke straight up again. That was my writing time for the day. Gone.
- We bought a new pusher. He wouldn’t get into the new pusher. He wouldn’t get into the car. It was thirty-four degrees Celsius and we were in a car park in the sun at midday. Nobody’d had enough sleep. I couldn’t figure out how to get the new pusher into the car. A lady from the shop had to come out and help me.
- Something I saw on House after half a bottle of wine and a very long day.
The moral of the story: if it doesn’t end in tears, you’re probably not doing it right.
Happy Sunday everyone!