As a parent, one becomes very gifted at multi-tasking: cooking supper, changing a nappy and solving a problem on Play Station simultaneously.
This morning I was reminded that there's also a lot ot multi-rolling as I put on my detective hat. Yesterday, Ulrika went to her Uncle Lage's funeral leaving me to take care not only of Kai and Zoe but also Douglas, her cousin's son who is the same age as Kai. During the course of the day, Zoe's (extremely expensive) glasses mysteriously disappeared.
The first suspect was Zoe. She is a world master at hiding things in places they shouldn't be. Recently I found the cinnamon tucked away amidst a gaggle of cuddlies under her bed. Toilet rolls turn up in the bookcase, CDs in the pantry, keys in the cornflake packet: she's imaginative.
However having searched high and low for several hours in usual and unusual places, the glasses were nowhere to be found.
Having eliminated the first suspect, my enquiries turned elsewhere. I started questioning Kai if he had any idea where they might be. Eventually he suggested that they might be out in the garden, a nightmarish prospect as it's half a metre deep in snow. I went out to search, he joined me and in seconds returned with the glasses. He and Douglas had hidden them in the snow to wind up Zoe.
I was livid and hanging, drawing and quartering would have been too mild a punishment in my book.
Mercifully, on the multi-rolling front, it was Ulrika who had the role of judge.The miscreant got off with a reprimand.
The Noughties may be over. The naughtiness is just starting. Even little Zo is well aware of what she shouldn't do and takes great delight in doing it.
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar