Little winers

We're always pretty amazed how well behaved and civilized our kids are. But today was not one of those days.

Nikki took the kids to the Botanic Gardens this morning and the wee girl had a marvellous time. She sat down in a stream and got her dress all wet, then she sat in the dirt and got all muddy, she face planted in the gravel and soaked herself in bubble detergent, all before having a celebratory smoothie in the car and flicking it all over the car seats. 

Her brother was perfectly behaved at the gardens but then this afternoon decided to draw all over his play rug, toys and his sister with crayons and felt pens. And then just before bedtime rituals, Nikki witnessed the wee man giving his sister a firm bop over the head because she dared to walk near his train track. Alas, his favourite toy - his wooden number set - was confiscated, which resulted in the wee man shrieking and sobbing around the house, the likes of which Nikki says she hasn't seen before. Nikki sent him into the shower to cool off, and he continued to sob hysterically before breaking out into a jolly song about 5 minutes later. 

Not surprising then, really, to receive a text message from Nikki on my way home this evening: 'buy wine'. Ah, the life of a parent, eh.