The New Family Rule

We have a New Family Rule. Simply: "When you wake up in the morning, you are not allowed to help yourself to any food or drink before Mum and Dad get your breakfast."

So you know exactly where we've been in order to end up making that New Family Rule. You also know to whom it is directed, given that two de Elbas are the parents and a third one is confined to a cot and is therefore unable to get out and wreak havoc.


Correct.

I was hoping for a nice sleep-in this morning for my birthday, and dear Mr de Elba got up to get Smoochy Girl out of her cot.

I heard him say, "Oh no, Sonny, what have you done?" and I knew I had to get up. Then I heard "Why is there corn in the cot?" and I actually dragged myself into a vertical position.

As he does every second day, Sonny Ma-Jiminy had broken The New Family Rule. Today he did it by going to the pantry, purloining a can of corn (!) opening it with the nifty new ring-pull thingo, and taking it into Smoochy's cot. They had a messy sloppy, feast of tinned corn in the cot before we were up.

This is precisely why we have the New Family Rule, people.

It was interesting too, that he had messed up her bedsheets 12 hours after she messed up his bedsheets. Yes I know I should have dressed her immediately after her bath instead of letting her play naked there. This I knew for sure when she jumped out of bed shouting, "Weee! Weee!"

Never let it be said my kids aren't an ORGANISED TEAM. They appear to be careful about exactly whose sheets they're soiling, they give as good as they get, and they ensure that all the sheets need to be washed on the same day. Happy Birthday, Me.