We've just had my godson and his older brother (one of Charlie's very bestest friends) over for a sleepover and right here, I have to tip my hat to ANYONE who has 3 boys. The sheer volume for one thing; and the vehemence. Anything and everything that could pose as a weapon was dragged into service against monsters and unsuspecting parental units. I mean, I love the Nerf guns but the frenzy to which the presence of one can raise a roomful of boys is, frankly, quite disturbing - particularly considering that these are really very little boys.
I've probably said this before but I've often felt remorse at the lack of a sibling in Charlie's life; however I do resolutely feel he has the best of everything - friends, attention, comfort, boundaries, outdoorsy play, indoorsly slugging about, you name it, he's spoiled for it. A bit too much, in fact.
The upshot of this is that when friends come over he tramps around like a little dictator ordering them about and generally pissing them off. This time however he was entirely outgunned by the tiniest, most angelic little tot you have ever seen: my godson, two-and-a-half with a whispering lisp and the bluest eyes on the planet, my god-son whom I have only ever seen smiling and giggling, my god-son, half-a-pint of coy, armed with a badminton raquet and leading the attack with the sort of ruthless abandon one might imagine chased Piggy off that cliff... at least until the tickle monster fought back.
Tonight, our little Mussolini is extremely humbled, not to mention wiped flat. He's eaten his dinner, said 'yes' to everything and done exactly as he was told.
On the one hand this makes me feel even more that a sibling would be a good influence on him; however the influence on us, if tonight is anything to go buy, would be to render us even more senseless than usual...
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Sounds like your dinner time went better than that of the Older Sibling and Angelic Godson. AG spent the rest of the afternoon cooking and cooking.
Thank you a million million times for last night and today. Onwards to three!
Wahaha! Ah, yes, when the dictator gets put in his place...it has happened to our little guy too since he doesn't yet have a sibling either.
Thom - hahah! Sorry. no laughing allowed... was a great pleasure, they're welcome all the time any time - and I can see that AG is going to want his own restaurant soon...
Lisa - there should be a support group for parents of little dictators, don't you think?
I regularly have 3 to 5 extra kids (k to pre- k set) milling about my house, on top of the 2 I already have. The more the merrier I say . Of course one has to to still parent the lot, even ones that aren't yours, regardless of how
many glasses of wine you've had.
Lulu - indeed - it's the same round here, we regularly have a small pack. I like it, usually it makes life a little easier. We had 5 on Saturday and the Nerf gun seems to be the common theme that throws it over the edge.
it is so fascinating reading about boys, and even the two year old blue eyed variety - because no matter what we do, our little darlings seem to conform to gender stereotypes. having two girls, my world is so different to yours!
Elsie - I know - and it's been obvious for ages. Most of Charlie's best mates are girls (about 3 to 1 against the boys) and so he has very little pressure on him to be an actual boy - but while he insists on pink t-shirts and purple crocs, he remains obsessed by trains, busses, swords, Dr. Who and fighting monsters... dolls and tea sets are merely tolerated...
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