During the week when the UK came to a standstill with our humoungous, massive, cold, icy, disastrous, motorway halting one inch of snow, Little Z and I made the most of it and built a very cool looking snowman. Well, I buoilt it all whilst my hands threatened to fall off in the cold and he got a bit bored and stood watching me from the window as I grafted and slipped and slid all over the place. After a lot of carrying snow about, trying to find the perfect little stones for his smile and buttons and one pair of 3D glasses, our amazing snowman was complete.
Little Z was quite taken with it for a few days and would run to the conservatory doors greeting it with a very jovial “Hello Snowman!!” each morning. So when it started getting warmer I did wonder how I would explain a melting snowman to a 2 year old.
It was a gradual process and unfortunately the day came when he came running to me and shouted…
“LOOK! What happened???!”
I followed his very concerned little self to look in the garden and, to my horror, saw that the snowman’s head had fallen off in the night. Still being too young to accept the concept of a headless snowman, I quickly plonked his head firmly back onto his shoulders and, thankfully, everything was right in our snowy world again just for a little bit longer.
The day did however come when Little Z woke to a completely clean garden. Sun beaming. No snow and no snowman in sight.
“Mummy? Where’s Snowman?“
Obviously it would be a bit too mean to explain he had melted so I said what any other mum would say:
“Snowmans gone home to his mummy!”
Phew. He seemed to accept it, albeit a bit sadly. He had enjoyed waving to the snowman each morning and he was quite impressive, even if I say so myself.
But, it seems, he has been pondering how a snowman with no legs could have escaped to such a distance and he has his own little theory. Anytime you ask him where the snowman is, his little brow furrows in calculating thought for a few of seconds before he firmly points and concludes…
“He’s in THERE!!”
He is convinced the snowman is in the neighbour’s garden. I do correct him and tell him I am certain he has gone home to his mummy and he listens …but now it seems he does it with a certain level of suspicion.
Then the other day I had a little brainwave. Realising how high in esteem he regards the snowman I took full advantage during a little tantrum where he wanted sweeties instead of lunch.
“Ahh but the snowman took all the sweeties home when he went to his mummy”
It worked. Wow….
So the past couple of weeks, we have been using the snowman a lot in some of our parenting
So far, he has taken the sweets and the crisps and has also encouraged him to eat more lunch or snowman would get sad.
He also took his dummies a couple of times but unfortunately mummy and daddy didn’t hide them well enough so he’s sussed that one. Damn!
We will definitely remember to thank the snowman in our acceptance of the parent of the year award.