Working from home sees me have a very short trip from the (home) office to the heart of our house; the open planned living area. Today after I finished work for the day I entered the lounge area to be met by the little one. Master Almost-Two put his arms up to be picked up and I did so in a many that I could spin him around and stick him on my shoulders. I then flipped him over, put my hand behind his neck for protection, and then gently slammed him down WWE style on the lounge.
As I did this from the back side of the lounge, he ran around around it back over to me and put his arms up again and said “me fly, ‘gin” and so picked him up one more time and slammed him down again. Master Four-and-a-Half wanted in and stated so just as I had picked his little brother up for his second slam. Of course, seeing that the little one got to have two turns in a row, the big one wanted another turn straight away after his first slam.
But there was the little one, arms up in the arm screaming that he wanted another turn and didn’t appreciate the fact that he had two turns already to his older brother’s one. And so came the dilemma. What do you do?
Surely it would be a lot easier if I could just clone myself and Daddy One and Daddy Two could double team against the terrible twosome that are our boys. But that’s not going to happen.
Of course this is not the first time and won’t be the last that I am torn between the two. There’s been those times when it’s just the three of us at the park. Who gets pushed on the swing first?
And with Mummy working Saturdays, and with most sports and activities happening on Saturday mornings, I wonder who will miss out?
So dads, what do you do in this situation?