My husband’s sister Sharon, came over to stay for the weekend last week. We live a few hours drive away, so every now and again Aunty pops in to spend some quality time with the kids. She’s a lot younger than me, still single and as yet childless. It’s actually really nice to have her around and have that extra help with three children.
On Saturday morning, Dylan the youngest (3) didn’t come in at 6 am to wake us, so I just presumed my sister in law was with him, that’s what
I could hear Dylan gurgling with delight from the living room. I don’t know what they were playing with but he was having fun. I could hear some kind of buzzing whirring noise between his shrieks of delight. Maybe his Buzz Lightyear!
The night before all 3 had quietly sat and built a NASA rocket launcher out of Lego and Dylan was absolutely made up. Rockets were his big thing. Everything was about rockets of late, maybe he would grow up to be an astronaut one day.
Lying in bed smiling at my sons gurgles and infectious giggles I thought it strange that I couldn’t hear anything from Sharon. Living in a 4 bed apartment meant nothing went unheard, the walls were like wallpaper.
I decided to get up, I needed a pee anyway, and check that Dylan was in fact being supervised. Imagine my shock and horror when I find him in the living room with what must have been Sharon’s pink rabbit vibrator, sitting noisily in the Lego rocket launcher.
The top half of the vibrator was full of silver balls spinning around while the two little bunny ears vibrated making the toy jump up and down inside its Lego confines.
Dylan picked up the vibrator making rocket launching sounds and proceeded to run around the living room holding his rocket (or rather Sharon’s pocket rocket) above his head in a flying motion. He was pushing at buttons making the Rabbit do all kinds of random movements and noises.
I quickly snatched the offending, whirring, spinning rotating bunny from his clammy little hand to his deafening screams of “it’s mine mummy”.
At this point the whole family along with my sister in law made their entrance to see what all the noise was about. Dylan still screaming pointed at me and said, “mummy took my rocket, my rocket”. I just stood there holding the trembling, buzzing rabbit.
I saw the realisation spread over her face in a red glow.
“Erm, I think thats mine,” she said whipping it out of my grasp and sheepishly skulking back off to her bedroom.
It took me 2 hours to console Dylan and a trip to Toys R us to buy him a regular rocket for his launcher. Unfortunately they didn’t have any whirring, rotating rabbit rockets!!
I haven’t heard much from my sis in law since she left and I’m not sure when she will be back to stay. She did leave us with one hell of a dinner party story though!
By Amanda Carrington ~ Desperate Housewife