Bedtime took a different shape this evening. He who helped create them and twin girl were out taking my sister in law to the airport which left myself, spica bound BB and Twin Boy.
Bedtime with BB is challenging at the best of times and tonight the challenge was relentless as myself and twin boy attempted to wash her hair. My arms screamed for mercy as I held BB over the bath and twin boy gleefully poured jugs of water over her head whilst I tried to ensure her cast remained dry.
Twin boy quickly became my man friday as I kept requesting more and more assistance. He helped me bed bathe BB, delivered towels to my side and recovered the talc from the back of the wardrobe.
All too soon though he became restless and his focus began to wander as I asked for more assistance.
“I’m bored” he complained when I asked him for the hair dryer.
“But honey” I soothed, “tonight you are helping mummy lots, you are acting like Daddy and being a grown up.”
A smile danced across twin boys lips; “I’m the Daddy,” he stated proudly, hugging the words to his puffed out chest.
“Well if I am the Daddy,” he continued, “I’m finished upstairs, I am getting a beer from the fridge and am off to sit on the sofa and watch a game of football.”
And that was the last I saw of him….