Revenge is a dish best eaten cold...

>> Monday, 20 April 2009

It was Saturday night, and we were staying with friends outside London. S, who I've known since college, had taken a decision that we deserved a grown-up night out away from bottles, babyphones, and the detritus of toys underfoot, and had booked both a babysitter and a local restaurant.

Now, Husband and I do go out. Without the children. Sometimes, even with each other, which of course requires use of a babysitter. And since it's now 5 years from Boy #1's arrival, we have 2 or 3 trusted faces who we use, and on the odd occassion they can't do it, we put out a 'calling all cars' alert and usually manage to draft in a grannie or one of our friends' trusted sitters. So it's not as if the Boys aren't used to this sort of thing.

However, given the performance Boy #1 was putting in, you would think that we were planning a 6 month trip away and leaving him and his brother in an orphanage. There were tears, whispered pleas into the babyphone, and heartbreaking weeping.

I was prepared to be understanding about this; he was in a strange house, with an unknown face in charge, after all. But he was with his brother, his friend E, we wouldn't be far away, and dammit, we were going out.

As we were due to leave, I went upstairs for the 4th time since bedtime to try and sort the situation out.

Boy #1: "Pleaaaaase don't go out Mama! I'm scared... " (bear in mind, before you start to worry about his state of mind, he says exactly the same thing when The Numberjacks are on C-Beebies...)

Me: "Boy #1, you'll be fine. We won't be gone long, and before you know it we'll be back and I'll come upstairs and give you a big kiss, which you probably won't even notice as you'll be asleep by then."

Boy #1: "But, But, But..."

Boy #2: "I'm alright mama! I'm a big boy!"

Me: (suddenly having an idea): "Yes, yes you are. And you can have a big kiss to prove it. You can both have a big kiss, in fact."

I kiss Boy #2. He rolls over and closes his eyes. Then I turn to Boy #1, give him a big kiss, and whisper in his ear...

"Guess what? I just gave Boy #2 a magic kiss - and turned him into a princess! But he doesn't know, so don't tell him..."

Boy #1 stopped whimpering. He looked at me, and then at his brother, and giggled.

The babysitter didn't hear another peep out of him.

13 comments:

Single Parent Dad 20 April 2009 at 21:47  

Excellent shifting of child's humour to your usage.

Bet you were smiling all night.

Rebel Mother 20 April 2009 at 22:15  

Mmm, that 'Princess Kiss' is working magic with your kids....bit late for mine now, its usually tears and tantrums until they relinguish their hold...then I dab my eyes dry, redo my make-up and I'm set to go!

Erica Douglas 20 April 2009 at 23:56  

I'll have to remember that one.

(erica@littlemummy.com)

Working mum 21 April 2009 at 14:44  

You're so clever. I'm taking notes!

Expat mum 21 April 2009 at 17:09  

Ooh, you're good. And using that word "detritus" too. I'm sure it applies to my house - where's that dictionary.

aims 21 April 2009 at 17:21  

Catching up -

Girl - you are sooooo smart!

Loved the twist!

And loved that Boy #2 has made his granddad's heart so happy.

More than Just a Mother 21 April 2009 at 21:28  

Excellent!

I'm with boy #1 though - Numberjacks are terrifying...

Maternal Tales 21 April 2009 at 23:49  

Ooh well done! I think I may steal your idea! Hope you had a good night out x

Potty Mummy 22 April 2009 at 10:10  

RM, thank heavens for wet wipes, that's what I say.

ED, thanks for visiting and I can't guarantee it will work. I think maybe I just got lucky...

WM, not clever enough to stick at one child, however...

EPM, it means 'leaf litter'. You know, the stuff you find on the floor of woods and forests. Or on the floor of children's rooms.

Aims, he certainly did.

More Than, I have to say, some of the villains in the piece are more than a little sinister. Boy #1 has just expressed a wish to see Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - am putting him off. Can't imagine how he would cope with the Child Catcher...

MT, we certainly did. Especially because the mobile stayed quiet!

Iota 22 April 2009 at 21:01  

...and when you came back home, they'd both turned into frogs, but you thought "what the heck, that'll save on childcare costs", and you all lived happily ever after.

Potty Mummy 22 April 2009 at 21:47  

Iota, how did you know?

Jo Beaufoix 25 April 2009 at 08:43  

I love that you did that. Brilliant. :D

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