I have two nephews – oldernephew is 5 and youngernephew is 2. The geekdaughter is closest in age to oldernephew, and has always played more with him than with youngernephew. We are very fortunate in that most of our extended family live very close, and my sister-in-law and her family live just the other side of the same town as us. This means that we get to see them frequently, and both the geekdaughter and geekson are growing up very close to their cousins.
Individually, all the kids are very well behaved. The geekdaughter has a rebellious streak (she gets it from her father!), but on the whole will do as she is told. Oldernephew is a lovely boy, and again very willing and compliant. The problem comes when the two of them get together, where one of them turns into an Evil Genius. We’re not sure which one it is, but I must confess that I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s my daughter. The two of them together seem to get themselves into all sorts of trouble.
Take the time they decided to empty my sister-in-law’s bookcases…. Into youngernephew’s cot… With him still in it. He was discovered, standing up, sandwiched in up to the chest in books, and laughing like a loon about the whole thing (when he was supposed to be napping).
Then there was the time that they were both so keen to play upstairs in our house that oldernephew pulled the stairgate out of the wall!
Yesterday, however, they excelled themselves.
Discovery of the crime happened innoculously enough. My sister-in-law was visiting our house, and she, the geekdaddy and the geekson were sitting outside. The geekdaughter and oldernephew were playing inside, very quietly (youngernephew was, thankfully, at nursery). I was, fortunately, at work. After a little while, oldernephew came outside to ask for some help reaching the bottle of suntan lotion. As the geekdaddy followed him indoors he made the throwaway comment “we need it for the cat”.
Alarm bells rang. The geekdaddy dashed inside, and was greeted by scenes of chaos. The two kids had emptied the one bottle of suntan cream that they could reach. Mostly over one of our cats, but also over the carpets in the lounge, hall, stairs, landing and our bedroom. And the banisters, and some of the walls. They had clearly been chasing the cat around, squirting him with the suntan cream (more fool us for getting one of those trigger handled ones!).
Suffice it to say both of them spent some time on the naughty step, in silence, contemplating their crime. The geekdaughter was not allowed her usual post-tea chocolate treat. The poor geekdaddy had to clear up all the mess, including giving our poor 15-year-old cat the first shower of his life!
Bless him, the cat was very good tempered about the whole thing. But I am worried that we might have to shower him again, as he still has slightly sticky fur in places. He smells a lot nicer than he used to too, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing!
Photo credit: All photos in this post were taken by the geekdaddy. He is, however, keen to point out that they are not up to his usual high standard as his hands were slippery, due to being covered in sun cream!
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