I’ve had sick household this week and our food supplies have dwindled to almost nothing, so I had no choice but to brave the supermarket with the kids in tow this morning. Being the lovely mummy that I am, I decided to buy them a little treat to make up for dragging them out.
Now usually I would get them something yummy to eat, but today in a fit of illness-induced madness I got them each a recorder. I had the vague idea that it would great for developing hand muscles in preparation for writing from twiddling over the holes. Perhaps it will, but we’re not about to find that out because what I actually bought them was a weapon. I don’t just mean from the assault on your ears. No, I actually bought them a fantastic weapon for hitting each other with. Whilst they were happy enough to make lots of noise themselves, their infected little ears couldn’t cope with the noise the other was making. Little Miss would cry out “Dop eet” (stop it) to her brother then whack him on the head with her recorder, before continuing on with her noise making. He would retaliate. Fortunately, Master 3 decided to experiment with some other whacking surfaces resulting in table 1 – recorder 0. I’ve never been so pleased to have cheap Chinese crap broken within an hour of purchasing it. Now to conveniently ‘lose’ the other one when
no one is looking!
Although I might not lose it entirely. I can definitely see some merit in sending one of the kids outside to play it at 6am when the neighbours have had one of their noisy parties that keep us up all night!