After a hard day’s walking round and round in circles in the local park, driving each other round the bend, Middle Son decided he’d had enough. He could walk no further and there was only one way he was going to get back home: by hitching a SissyBack Ride.
If proof was ever needed that females are the stronger sex, here it is….
Before my wife and I swapped roles and my wife went back to work, she wrote a weekly column about family life for one of Britain’s biggest selling women’s weekly magazines. Every Monday, I’m going to go through her archives and reproduce one of her ramblings on my blog.
This week’s the: Sibling rivalry
I’d put the children to bed, I’d read them a story and turned out their bedroom light. Now, I was ready for a bit of me time. But, just as I flopped on to the sofa, there was a flurry of footsteps on the stairs and from under the living room door a piece of paper appeared.
‘Oh no,’ I said to The Partner Who Is Not My Husband. ‘What now!’
I got up, picked up the paper and unfolded it.
On it, scrawled in the handwriting of someone in a mad temper, was a long list. I began to read:
Tom dose: (sic)
Blaming it on me
Trying to get atenchon (sic)
‘Oh heck,’ I said. ‘Here we go again.’
I went back upstairs to discover that in the space of five minutes, World War III had broken out in the kids’ bedroom with brother and sister trading insults across the room like trained snipers.
‘Meanie!’ fired the four-year-old.
‘Cry-baby!’ the seven-year-old shot back.
‘You’re being horrible!’
‘You’re being annoying!’
‘I don’t like you.’
‘Well, I really don’t like you!’ Continue reading