Yesterday was the day of Little S’s Nursery Christmas party. Parents got to go at 4pm to see Santa, I dutifully turned up with Z and a very snotty baby H in tow. We sat down in one corner of the room, totally jammed in by all the other parents and siblings.
I suddenly noticed that baby H was more snotty than usual, and I didn’t have a tissue. I decided it’d be better to wipe on her clothes than mine, so she was soon sporting a rather manky looking T shirt. Just at that moment Santa walked in, the room was silent until Z piped up with:
‘Mummy, is that the REAL Santa cause I don’t like the pretend ones?‘
Everyone turned to look just as S bit baby H’s finger which for some reason was in her mouth. Baby H started to wail and hit her sister, S promptly burst into tears and did the biggest wee you have ever seen on the floor. I must have looked a bit helpless at this point, there was no easy exit and the puddle of wee was spreading towards other parents and children.
Luckily a friend was nearby so I passed her the disgustingly snotty baby H, apologising profusely, and went off to clean up S. As I was in the bathroom, Santa was shouting.
‘Where is S?’
Z shouted back, ‘she did a wee’.
I cringed and stayed in the bathroom.
Lessons learned: always take a tissue and just let nursery handle the Christmas party.
oh dear….but funny!
In the words of D Ream…’things can only get better’
I hope your Christmas gets much better
x
But just think of the blog material! Brilliant. x
That is actually hilarious- hubby looked at me funny cause I was chuckling to myself! Brilliant! Not for you but very funny for the rest of us innocently reading it! x
You really shouldn’t tell that one in such a funny tone. I laughed out loud picturing the whole scene. I’m sure it was far from funny at the time but really made me splutter my coffee to read now! Thanks for sharing.
Oh dear God! I’ve just had to read that out to hubby because that’s hysterical (for it to happen to someone else!). Poor you.