The Boy: "Mummy I am having a nightmare" Me:"What about" The Boy: "It's too scary, I can't tell you" After persuasive arguments "I was dreaming I had the plague" The Boy's Father, in his wisdom has taken a 6 year old to the London Dungeon and then handed The Boy back to me and Him Indoors to deal with the fallout. NICE. The boy went back to sleep with instructions on how, if the nightmare returns, he is to imagine Baldrick, our big fat black cat, is catching all the rats in turn and killing them and that he has told us about it so we can take get him some antibiotics to cure him. Like I said, mothering is all in the marketing. I am bracing myself for a return to wet nights though...
The Boy's Father is a moron - Monday 3rd November
13.11.03 23:30
