Thursday, 11 September 2008
Reasons you should NOT talk to your mother in law on the phone.
Because in the 5 minutes it takes to discuss the baby shower, Samuel will climb out ofh is pram (despite the 5 point harness done up), out of his pants (????), get the printer open (I don't even know how to do that!), remove the black and the cyan ink cartriges. He will spread the black ink everywhere. He will hide (very well, took me nearly an hour to find it) the cyan.
He will open the bottom draw of Xander's desk. He will stand in it. He will open the top draw, and try to have it support his body weight. The bottom draw will give out, and Samuel will fall to the ground in it. He will happily sit in the draw, and try again to get the top draw to follow suit, before I frantically find him and rescue him, and our office.
Alexander, meanwhile, will play on the computer, completely oblivious to all of this, right up to the moment that Samuel, devillish glint in his eyes, will turn off his computer.
At which point he will lose the freaking plot. I will calm him, tell him it's ok. "It's ok, sweetie" I soothe him. "It's just a computer. You can turn it on, you can start the game again.
He will then look at me. WIthout breaking eye contact he will deliberately move over to *my* computer, reach out with his toe, and then turn it off.
When I object, he will soothingly say.."It's ok Mummy. You can turn it back on!".
Hmmm. Never. Answering. Phone. Again.