... and that's how a really good day took a bit of a downer. Read on...
So we went swimming me, the girl and the boy and that was good. And there was much praising from me for both of them. We get home and my OH has had to go out on call (she's still out now and won't be back until late, but that's by-the-by). We do a good lunch, we have a good play and then we go to the park (just the stuff for a 6 and almost 4 year old). And we take the scooters.
But first we (they!) play on the mini "adventure" park bit and have a right good time. Then it's time to go, and the kids are still having a good time. But on the way back to the car, the boy falls over, hurts his leg, and basically has all the fight knocked out of him. So instead of the scooters it's off home, for a drink, something to eat and a chill, before we brave going out again.
Now the girl takes this a bit badly, so when we get home I tell her we'll go out on the scooters later... I promise. Sadly not good enough! Because whilst I'm making them a drink she's gone upstairs and is sitting by his Car's movie picture with a pen, drawing glasses around each of the bloomin' cars on the poster
. She shouts are me (alarmed) to go away as I say "I hope you are not doing what I think you are...".
So I give her time to finish/stop and when I come up stairs the next time, she's in the bathroom with the door locked.
So I go about trying to rectify what she'd just done, managing to get most (but by no means all) of the glasses off. Eventually (whilst I was downstairs) she comes out of the bathroom and into her bedroom (with door shut). And after another five minutes or so I ask her to come and see me in my bedroom. This she does appearing with a hand written note saying (and I quote)...
"I am so so soory Daddy. I spos I shoud have to go to jaial!"
So she sits on the bed and we have a grown-up conversation about how what she'd done was a very bad thing (Cars is my boy's religion) and how, whilst I wasn't going to tell him yet (because I don't think I could cope with the consequences), she would have to go to bed early (earlier than her not-yet-four brother) for the next few nights and that she's no longer alowed pens in her bedroom. This she all takes with good grace, but she's clearly (and rightly) upset with what she'd done.
So there we are, a really uncharacteristic blot on her saintly record, the last time she did anything bad was... nope I can't remember, so may be every six years isn't so bad.
