Little B came down with the sniffles over the weekend. He napped on Saturday. He napped on Sunday. On Monday, he did not nap. He ran around the gym, ran up and down the stairs, ran outside and, come 6:15 pm, started hitting the television. Hitting the television is a surefire sign of extreme fatigue chez Little B. Simone promptly turned off the tv and told her offspring that it was time to go upstairs.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He howled.
Hubby took the little guy, hoisted him on his shoulders and carried him upstairs.
"Duck, Little B," said hubby as he went through the doorway.
Little B ducked. He allowed his teeth to be brushed. He dutifully sat on the potty. He even had his bath and splashed around with his three rubber ducks.
"More toys, Naan-naan," he asked after about 20 minutes in the tub.
Simone waited for a please but Little B insisted, "More toys!"
Simone took out the plug, grabbed the duckies and watched as the bath water drained away.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Howled Little B.
Simone tried to wipe his nose. Little B climbed out of the bathtub and pushed his mother. She left the washroom and sat in the bedroom. Less than a minute later, Little B came out and sat on Simone's lap. Squawking at odd intervals, he started dozing off as Simone dressed him for bed. By the time he tiredly pointed out that the pyjama zipper was still undone, Little B was already three quarter asleep.
Hubby, by then, had fallen asleep on the bed. "I don't feel well," Hubby moaned.
Simone rested her head on the floor. Little B rested his head on her lap.
Colds are not fun.
1 comment:
What a lovely story.
Although I have just celebrated my 70th birthday (I'm half way to 140!) I still have treasured childhood memories of my Mum and her love and care.
Thank you for sharing.
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