Mr T turned two last month, a day which began with a stern ‘QUIET’ for anyone who dared sing. That, and a slightly stinging slap to the face. Never has wishing someone many happy returns been such dangerous territory. These displays of affection were then followed by sloppy kisses and a Fisher Price cake being shoved up my nose.
Over the school holidays we visited family friends- childhood neighbours who I used to babysit for. A lovely afternoon was spent reminiscing, spending time with everyone and sharing jokes about the perils of parenthood. Their boys are now almost grown up; I struggle to believe it was more than a minute since we lay on the sofa watching Toy Story together. Fast forward ten years and Theo is also obsessed, with a particular penchant for Buzz ‘Likeyou’. It’s fair to say there are approximately eighty seven requests per day to watch the DVD. If needs be, I could easily act out the story myself.
A definite treat to be looked after by the Bilcloughs, we gratefully lapped up all help with little ones and the lovely lunch served. Although, am not entirely sure their eleven year old dog expected a Woody toy to be thrust upon her back amid shouts of ‘Geee up Bullseye’.
Away from the constraints of uniform policies, Lyla revels in choosing all her own clothing during term breaks or weekends. Obviously parental supervision is required, despite some protestation. As much as I admire L’s fashion sense, the Geordie in her broke free when she recently told me wearing a cardigan is ‘absolutely boring snoring’.
The main thing I love about and learn from the kids is their honesty, however brutal. That said, I think a rogue punch because of my terrible singing voice is a little way past the point of firm but fair…