It seems Keira is now the matriarch of the clan.
You see, in the mornings, I put out a bowl of cereal for Riley to eat. He will not touch it.
Instead he waits for when Keira goes to the cupboard, “Would you like a cruskit, Riley?” she calls, and he comes running, and they both sit on the floor, eating their impromptu picnic.
I have long lobbied for a lock to go on the pantry door because this kind of snacking is getting very annoying. Not because they can eat the ‘naughty things’ that are stashed away (that’s because there isn’t any – not there anyway…!! ha ha, I still have a few Aces) but because this free reign has a domino effect. Keira is the teacher, and Riley is the perfect pupil.
She has taught him if you push the chair up to the kitchen counter, you can scramble up on top, and then ride the laminate, like a surfer. You can then also reach the phone, which you then knock off, and you spend half the day with people trying to call and they can’t get through.
The other month when I was on toy library duty, Adam had the task of putting the kids to bed. Now I’ve heard this job can put the fear of God in some fathers. Not Adam. It’s his favourite part of the day: “Clean teeth! Have a drink! Go to the toilet! Twinkle Twinkle! Right. Done. Get in bed – I’ve got me some online gaming to do!”
This particular night, he thought all had gone smoothly. Keira had put herself to bed a half hour before Riley went down. He tucked in his son as per usual. He walked out, listening to the sounds of protest which usually die down within minutes.
Then he heard the sound of playing. Like two wooden blocks being banged together. Thinking that was strange, he went back to investigate and found Keira feeding toys and blocks through the bars of Riley’s cot, “Helping him play. He’s not tired yet!”
Very helpful, indeed.
“They’re conspiring against us!” Adam moaned to me when I got home.
Dear – it’s already been happening for a while…..
