It’s so lovely having a child that is tuned into your moods.
It’s also quite confusing having children of two totally different humours. One works soley on sarcasm and the other is so completely literal that its not funny. Except that it is.
Bad, evil mummy works well with Monkey Boy. Apparently, I only say “no” to him, because I am the evilist mummy in the world. Actually, I think that is supposed to be Evilist Mummy in the WORLD!
He started it. I just continue it …
“Can I have a lolly?”
“Because I’m the evilist mummy in the world.”
End of story. Works a treat.
Godzilla, on the other hand, will only cease when I lose the plot and wind up on the floor in the foetal position from being asked the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and … you get the picture.
And over and over and over ….
Right in the middle of writing, he comes in “Can I play on your computer?”
(Where daddy is to ask, I have no idea, but I’m willing to bet it was right in front of Godzilla)
“No. Please don’t interrupt me now, I’m trying to work.”
“But can I play on your computer?”
“Well. Can I play on your computer?”
“Oh, because I’m the evilist mummy in the whole world!”
At which point he burst into tears and said “No you’re not. You’re not an evil mummy. I LOVE YOU!”