"Don't jump on the lounge!"
"Be careful! Someone's going to get hurt!"
"I've told you before - no playing with the ball inside the house!"
"Stop throwing that ball around!"
"You're going to break something!"
As Sam and I sat in the back room finishing our breakfast, and the boys chased each other around the house whilst flinging a huge bouncy ball around, we heard an almighty crash followed by a moment's silence...and then the scared voices of the guilty trying to blame others.
My first words to Sam were, "Don't scream" - because I knew they would already be feeling the weight of what they had done.
Before we even got to the scene, we could hear a chorus of "It wasn't me", "It was an accident" and worst of all, "It was Samuel". Poor Samuel. He too had been running around being silly but I knew it wasn't him who had kicked or thrown the ball.
And then I reached the crime scene. A silver, decorative vase had been knocked over but was intact. Our beautiful Willow Tree ornament however, given to us by friends when we moved into the house, was lying in pieces...
|Decapitated and shattered :(|
I really, really love this piece and Sam must have sensed this because he promptly returned from the shops with superglue to piece it back together. He's yet to attempt the reconstruction, but if he can't do it, I will go and buy another one.
The perils of boys...they just do not sit still!*
What have your children
* For some reason, incidents like this always remind me of The Brady Bunch episode where the kids break the lamp/vase and try to piece it back together #showingmyage