1. The Flight
2. The Pirate Ship
3. Do You Believe In Fairies?
The Man is not coming back today. “The aeroplanes are full,” as I told Son 1 aged 4yr 3m this morning. Howl. “I want his body!” Wail. ”I want his T-shirt!” Curl up on the floor. At that moment, The Man rang. Son 1 gave him both barrels, fired straight at the guilto-plexus. Until Son 2 aged 16m snatched the phone from him, and waddled back and forth, chattering gibberish while Son 1 ululated in the corner. Son 1’s day bumped along the bottom. His Best Friend couldn’t come round because his Mother is ill. Howl. Wail. Curl. His longed-for Scooby Do and the Pirates DVD didn’t come, despite a Royal Mail van parking outside and my calling “Son 1! Your parcel’s here!” The driver smoked a fag, picked up a postman in the rain and pulled away. Howl. Wail. Curl.
On The Bright Side. A little 3 year old Friend and his Mother came round, and the boys played. The Captain Hook Ship and The Lost Boys’ Raft stayed out - they can’t survive the wildebeest stampede that is 5 small boys at play… but three is manageable, so I didn’t hide them. After they left Son 2 had a nap and a colleague from The Office came round, bringing biscuits and a chocolate cake for Son 1. The colleague wanted to see the new dress and shoes I bought in The Sales. I left her with Son 1, dashed to the bedroom, dressed up and tottered down in my finery. The colleague coo-ed. Son 1 sprang from his chair and gave me a huge hug. “Do I look like a Princess?” I asked. He just laughed. But he made me feel like one.
Nanna came. Son 2 played with the electric James and Percy engines. Son 1 lay on the window seat spearing a Tinkerbell finger puppet with 2 Woolies Ghost Pirates. Nanna parked close to the house. I’ve been thanking the Parking Fairy when I get a space near. “Is the Parking Fairy real?” asked Son 1. “No,” I said. “It’s just Mummy’s bit of fun.” Although, oddly, since I’ve been thanking the Parking Fairy, I’ve been able to park a lot closer to the house. I was telling Nanna this when Son 1said “I don’t believe in fairies.” “Oh no!” I said. “Quick, clap. Otherwise a fairy will…” Son 1 made a spiral motion with his finger and pointed to the floor. We clapped. Son 2 joined in. Son 1 lay on his back giggling. “I don’t believe in fairies” Mad clapping, mad laughing. “I don’t believe in fairies.” Mad clapping. Mad laughing. Repeated many times. Until: “Son 1 will you pack it in. What am I going to do if the fairy who - ” spiral motion, point to the floor ” - is the Parking Fairy?”
Tags: business trip, Captain Hook, children's books, fairies, flights, Lost Boys, parenting, Parking Fairy, peter pan, phone, pirates, princess, Royal Mail, serenedays, tinkerbell, visitors, wildebeest
