Little Z and I love going out for walks together. It’s some quality “us” time and he’s now old enough to request visits to places. At the moment one of his favourite places to go is to “see the elephants”. I.e The big model elephant exhibition that’s currently at the Trafford centre.
There are about 20 or 30 dotted around the entire shopping centre and are in different poses and colourfully decorated. He loves running from one to the other and saying hello and goodbye to them all.
We didn’t realise they had moved on and Little Z was a bit disappointed but it was easy enough to distract him with prawn crackers and noodles for lunch and then a walk around the place which he always likes. (When he’s willing to hold my hand that is!).
As we queued up to pay for something and I willed the slow moving folk in front of me to get a move on, Little Z spotted something that made his eyes light up. About 10 yards from the till. Why do you torment parents like this shops? Why?? We almost make it to the till after getting the toddlers to put down the 15th toy they’ve picked up in the place, our stress levels are returning to normal and BAM you go and put a whole range of eye catching toys next to the pay desks.
Little Z spotted a whole plethora of Bob the Builder toys. He loves singing the Bob the Builder song and is very into using “tools” to “fix things” like the wheels of his tricycle. These days you regularly find it upside down as he uses a plastic spoon to fix one of the tyres.
As he has a pretty empty toolbox, and as he’d been so good all day, I let him pick one from the range. After discouraging him from picking the power saw and mini power tools we decided the play drill would be a good choice.
He was very pleased with his new tool and after a few minutes of drilling thin air he decided to use it as a hairdryer. Cute. Till I realised what it looked like against his temple, walking through a very busy Trafford centre. Putting a drill (even a toy one) to your head never looks that great does it?
“Umm…please don’t do that”
“But my hairdrying mummy. Zzzzzzuzzh!”
Oh – well that’s ok then. Sort of.
He carried on for a bit longer alternating between the “multitude” of functions. Hairdrying and drilling thin air as we walked back to the car and talking at random strangers offering impromptu hair drying sessions.
No-one took him up on his offer.
Maybe next time we’ll buy a book.