Our son, Walter (10), sleeps in the bedroom next to ours – we also have a common door.
This morning he asks me to dress him up (this negotiation process repeats itself every morning, by the way).
I inform him that this is unfortunately impossible – due to the fact that these moments I myself am hoping to get someone who dresses ME up.
Hearing this, he flies Hippo from his bed to ours, so Hippo will help me get dressed and so I can help Walter..
On the other hand, he himself admits he cannot rely with all this MasterPlan only on a single toy.. so he also flies Chicken, who according to the script will support Hippo in his devoted efforts to dress me up..
My husband wishes success to the mission, and – being pretty good in reading situations quickly – serves breakfast both to me and our son in bed today.
Me: ‘I see, Sweety, that you’re up to something – what are the plans for today?’
Walter (10): ‘I know you both need to work, so I will play carnival, you see I put pyjama on back to front, and will build a nest below your table. Will not disturb: I’ve brought some books and toys, but I need to return for a 2nd transport.’
When my husband makes a song hit (disco version) from the names of his business partners – well, then I know that he has been homeofficing with the children around for slightly longer than he would naturally wish for.
My 10-yr-old son this morning:
‘Are you at home, mama, today? Hurrraay, it’s weekeeeend!!’
Me: ‘Yes, home, Walter, but you know, it’s Monday, not weekend, so I will work today..’
He: ‘Sure, I know, but you work every weekend, so hurraaay, it’s weekeeeend!!’
Corona lock-down Compliment Of The Day:
‘You are the ideal home office partner. You don’t take much room and you have a very good smell – which combination doesn’t necessarily apply to all colleagues.’