It was a game of parental one-upmanship, the one where we try and outdo each other with how crazy the kids have been. Except we can play this game with the antics of just with one child: Number Three, Baldy.
My husband started: she threw the rice-bubbles everywhere. They were on the wall. I even found them in my shoes!
I followed with: she was climbing on the chairs at the dentist. She tried to climb up the vertical blinds.
Him: She ate food out of the bin.
Me: She insisted on having her teeth checked by the dentist like her sisters, but then she just stuck her tongue out.
Him: She belted the Mop in the face and was trying to ride the Bombshell like a horse.
Me: I found her sucking water out of a face-washer she had dipped in the toilet.
Him: She was sitting on the top of the toilet. Not the seat – the cistern!
We both looked over to the toilet, visualising the 18 month old sitting on top, merrily swinging her legs, smiling cunningly.
We must be such bad parents.
|And to prove the point, I found Baldy 'cleaning' the toilet, and took the photo for posterity |
before taking the toilet brush off her