Apparently my kids have totally not understood the Santa Claus thing because if they did they would know that they have totally blown any chance of getting any sort of present this year. (Although maybe this threat doesn’t work because I have been using it since June.)
Saturday morning we woke up and decided we had better get an early start on our Christmas shopping. I tell my kids that it’s time to get dressed that we have some errands to do.
Well, it seems that at the end of the year kids get a bit tired or something because my kids tell me they do not want to go ANYWHERE!! I gently assure them that we are going out to do errands.
The next thing I know my 2 well-behaved little angels are screaming their heads off. They don’t want to get dressed, they don’t want to go outside, they don’t want to do errands. The thing is they are not like whining a bit but crying really, really loud, both of them, at the same time. I’m not kidding, I was sort of waiting for their little heads to spin around when just in the nick of time my husband came to my rescue. Which was great, but then the kids started screaming more, because of something that has to do with putting the wrong clothes on the wrong kid, backwards, inside out and tearing off ears to pull unbuttoned shirts on or something, and it was getting serious because really I think the police were going to come at any minute and my terror twins were in perfect sync with their outrageous howls.
So then all of a sudden my husband picked up the green and yellow Winnie the Pooh house sitting in the middle of their room and yells ‘That’s it, now they are not going to go into the Winnie the Pooh house any more ever, ever again!’ and with the Winnie the Pooh house in his arms tried to walk out of the kids’ bedroom only that it got stuck because it was way too big to fit through the door and that was scary because even my 3-year-old stopped for a minute to watch. So then my husband not wanting to back down started to try to squish the Winnie the Pooh house through the door and now both kids had stopped crying and then I was totally looking at my kids as if to say
‘Now you’ve really done it kids because your father has totally gone mad.’
I could see I had to somehow help him and so I said, ‘ok ok Papi’ (because that’s what Italian kids call their dad – Papi, but if you google this Silvio Berlusconi will come up – so you totally have to trust me on this and I will tell you about that other story another time)
I said ‘Ok papi, this time we can leave the Winnie the Pooh house here because I’m sure the kids have learned their lesson.’ And he is really relieved that I have said this and the kids are too, so then he put the Winnie the Pooh house down and we got everyone dressed and were finally able to get out to do our Christmas shopping.