....Boy #2 Styley
The time: Last Friday evening
The place: my parent's house
It's dinner time for the Boys. Boy #1, delighting in his Granny Food - which of course always tastes so much better than the almost identical meal I cooked for him the previous day - is tucking in with unaccustomed vigour. Boy #2 is being a little more lackadaisical about the whole thing, and I find myself spoon-feeding him in an attempt to get him to eat a respectable amount before bathtime. Despite the fact that we have forgotten the travel high-chair, all is going well, until I notice he is slumped over his plate like a recalcitrent teenager...
Me: "Boy #2. Can you take your elbow off the table please?"
Boy #2 looks at me. If he could raise an eyebrow, he would. He takes his elbow off the table.
Boy #2 slowly and deliberately puts his other elbow on the table instead.
Me: "Very funny. Could you please take that elbow off the table?"
Boy #2: "Why?"
Me: "Because it's rude to have your elbows on the table whilst you're eating. Please take it off."
He looks at me, considering his options, then takes his elbow off the table. Thirty seconds later, watching me whilst he does it, he slowly and carefully puts both elbows on the table at once.
Me: "Elbows off the table Boy #2 please. Now."
Boy #2: "Why?"
Me: "Because I'm asking you to."
Me: "And because if you don't, I will fetch the high chair from the garage and you will have to sit in that, rather than in a grown-up chair like you are doing now."
Boy #2 looks at me for a few seconds longer, then even more slowly and carefully, takes both elbows off the table and sits up straight. He glances at his grandmother who is barely holding it together on the other side of the room. He looks back at me, and grins, eyes twinkling. "OK. Love you, mama!"
Give me strength.
The latest reports, after a few days away from my beloved sons (more of which in my next post), are that both of them have behaved like little angels. Of course...