Mr4 is desperate for a pet. He has taken to crawling around the house, pretending to be a cat. Sometimes a Turtle Cat, but mostly just a cat.
The Builder and I are hesitating. Our reasons are sound – we have plans to travel, plans to move, plans to plan.
But none of them make sense to a four year old who wants something to pat.
He’s always been a patter, Mr4. Maxabella would be laughing at the irony of this, she being a patter, me being someone who has always hated being patted.
But, I’m here to tell you, being patted by the fruit of your own loins is somewhat different to being patted, absently or annoyingly, by your sister.
Mr4 likes to pat my hair. He has always done this. I generally wear it tied back in a messy, up-do thing, and he has always, from birth, liked to hold onto my messy, up-do thing. And pat it.
I thought this was something he’d grow out of, but no… His first words may not have been ‘Mummy, put her hair up’, but they were three, four, five and six.
Recently, the patting has been out of control. It’s a security thing, but he often forgets that it’s attached to my head – kind of awkward at times and the words ‘please don’t pat my hair’ may have been uttered on several occasions.
This morning we were discussing, in the car on the way to preschool, the RSPCA box set up in the classroom.
The children are all very interested in the RSPCA, particularly given the cupcake fundraiser put on earlier this year. We had enough cupcakes to have them on sale every afternoon for a week! Very popular, the RSPCA.
This time, we are donating tins of food, toys and treats. Mr4 is adamant that we must have a toy as part of our donation. He knows that RSPCA dogs are not free to roam around and feels they must be very bored. We decided on a tin of food and a toy.
There was a little silence. Then…
“Mummy, when, oh when, can I have a pet?”
I began the usual soothing ‘soon’ conversation, but he was having none of it.
“If I have a pet, I’ll have something to pat,” he said. “And I won’t have to pat your hair anymore!”
His smile was a mile wide. He’d played his trump card. He was willing to give up the hair, if he could have the pet.
It’s almost tempting…
Are you new here? Welcome to my blog! I’m Allison Tait, aka A.L. Tait, and I’m the author of two epic middle-grade adventure series, The Mapmaker Chronicles and The Ateban Cipher, and a new ‘almost history’ detective series called the Maven & Reeve Mysteries (you’ll find book #1 THE FIRE STAR here).