I have just spent a week in Dorset on holiday with my parents and Elf. It was a glorious week and we spent every day on the beach.
Elf likes arcades - the flashing lights, loud music with the motorbike rides, air hockey - all of it fascinates him. We are facing the G problem. Do you know what that is? The gun problem. (The small font means I'm whispering it.) Lightsabers are ok. I call the
Elf stood by a rifle shooting game and watched a dad play alongside his teenage son. Then Elf went and took the huge rifle and started imitating them. My mum and I were watching from a little way off and sniggering behind our hands. Of course I wouldn't encourage him to do that, but it was funny in an awful way. This gets worse. Before I could drag him away, two "nice" children a bit older than Elf started watching him. Their mum came over and dragged them off with a really cross look on her face! Now that made my mum and I really snigger!
Elf wanted a Power Ranger. Every day he wanted one. I said he could have one at the end of his holiday (Friday) if he was a good boy. On Thursday, he wanted a magazine. No because if you have the magazine, you won't get your Power Ranger. OK he said. I don't want a Power Ranger. Are you sure you don't want a Power Ranger? You know, the thing you've been whining about all week? I don't want a Power Ranger.
Fine, I said, and I got my camera. I asked him to repeat what he'd just said and I videoed him saying he didn't want a Power Ranger.
Can you see where this is going? The next day is Friday and what does he say? I want a Power Ranger. Well Elf, you don't want a Power Ranger. Yes I do. No you don't, watch this, see! He looked at me as if to say, Who is that person that looks like me saying the most ridiculous thing, that he doesn't want a Power Ranger?
Now am I a bad mummy?