Last night we attended a get together with some great friends. There were several children, 3 of which happened to be our 6 year old son, our friends’ 5 yr old son, and another couples’ 6 year old son. In addition there were a few girls, two babies and “a toddler” as he came to be known. There was the usual mayhem that happens when adults “get together” when children run wildly through the house, playing at games only children can play at, and making noise that parents somehow learn how to “tolerate” in order to get a sentence in with another adult.
The boys I mentioned above were playing in the kids bedroom with an inflated “water-ski” that came with one of those shoot-’em up video games. My husband went to check on them to see how they were doing. When he opened the door and asked them, they said ok, and “bring us a toddler!” “give us a toddler!” They wanted little John Paul for their own devices. Hubby came back and reported their request, which, of course, was not obliged, and little John Paul having wandered down the hallway towards the door must have seen something in their eyes and turned away. I asked my son later why they wanted “a toddler” and he said they wanted to blast him to the other side of the room. What else can I say? Why else would three little boys demand “a toddler?”
Have you ever read “Lord of the Flies”?
well, I have a pre-toddler who would probably enjoy whatever they did t him, he’s a bit rough-and-tumble.
next time, just send in the cat…