further adventures in nephew
Will and I sat for Nathan last night while Myra and Jordan went out to a show. Nathan was in an extraordinarily good mood and seemed delighted to play with his uncle and find out that banging spoons together made noise. I marveled at his Thomas the Tank Engine cell phone, on which I could apparently call Sir Topham Hatt. Kids these days!
Things were great until bedtime, whereupon he noticed his mother was missing and loudly protested that two of us were a poor substitute. In spite of my bleeding ears and growing fury I managed to hold him and rock him while Will and I sang a variation on one of Will's mom's Japanese lullabies that Nathan apparently likes until he tantrumed himself out.
Will fussed at me for being good with kids and knowing what to do. Really? Didn't you hear that my lullaby contained threats of bodily harm?
Things were great until bedtime, whereupon he noticed his mother was missing and loudly protested that two of us were a poor substitute. In spite of my bleeding ears and growing fury I managed to hold him and rock him while Will and I sang a variation on one of Will's mom's Japanese lullabies that Nathan apparently likes until he tantrumed himself out.
Will fussed at me for being good with kids and knowing what to do. Really? Didn't you hear that my lullaby contained threats of bodily harm?