I told the kids we are going to wash the car tomorrow. But I made it sound like an adventure and a treat.
I really wanted to get at least one of them siked, so I focused on Isabelle. She is tiny, she is toony, she is a bit …. well you can finish that off yourself.
I told her I was going to give her the hose pipe responsibility.
It is like Xmas is August. For Isabelle. Not so much for the other two. They are on to me and my child labour plan.
It’s fine, I will bribe them with something, or another.
Side bar story. A few weeks back it was Kate’s birthday. Priv had ordered a HUGE HUGE GI-NORMOUSLY HUGE cream cake for her birthday party. After the party we got into the car to drive home, and at one point the only person who could hold it was Georgia.
I never give Georgia things to hold. Because she forgets she is holding something, and then it falls.
But this is a huge white and pink cake, I figure she can’t forget.
I was wrong.
I slow down — and she forgets to hold the cake. One cream cake gets launched across the inside of the car, and hits everything in it’s way. Do you know how many crevices and tiny spaces cream cake can get itself into? Surprisingly more than you would realise.