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Off to Cheddar to see the folks this weekend.
Last time we were here
Ernie had pooed on the patio (but spinning gold from his bum for Relativity in the process), so surely our family couldn’t disgrace itself any more than that.
We’re trying not to give our son a complex about his rectal misdemeanour (you know aside from me blogging about it and putting it in a sitcom- shitcom?- on Radio 4), but it was difficult not to mention it. Especially as one of the two toilets in the house is out of commission. Don’t worry, Ernie can just go on the patio.
I am sure we will do this every time he ever comes to this house.
But then I was going to leave it.
But Aunty Jill had left the kids a present in her absence. She has a running joke of giving them poo-themed toys, which to be fair they like and this time had got them both a “Make Your Own Poo†game in which you used brown play dough and a poo mould to create a mildly realistic turd. They even had yellow playdough so you could make sweetcorn to go in your poo.
This wasn’t a comment on Ernie’s dirty protest, but I wondered if he might take it as such. But he didn’t seem to connect the dots, even when he put his pretend poos on the hall floor and got his grandparents to come and look at them and we all pretended we thought they were real.
Maybe this was a way to therapeutically work through the original incident. Or maybe we are storing up big trouble for the future.
The moral of this story is don’t poo on the floor when you’re three. I hope my two year old readers will take this on board.
It was lovely to see the kids and their grandparents together. They revel in each other’s company and there were lots of laughs and some singing (my daughter brilliantly videobombing an attempt to sing the Addams Family theme) and sweets and Kitkats. The drive was a killer for me and Catie was equally tired, but being a parent is all about giving up on yourself for others and it was great to get the family in the same room. There’s 81 years between my dad and my boy, but they dote on each other and it’s lovely to see.
