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.