My husband has already finished his Christmas shopping. Which is an indicator of how excited he is about Christmas. He seemed particularly pleased about being able to hide his hoard of gifts in the loft – our last two houses have had the attics converted into bedrooms, preventing him from doing this. The instruction was to keep our oldest son out of the loft, which is easier said than done at the best of times. It was even harder today, because we had a tradesman visiting and ‘doing stuff’ up there.
Tradespeople and any kind of emergency worker are like catnip to young children. They gravitate towards their high vis, toolbelts, or uniforms like bees to pollen before staring at them with abandon whilst interrogating them about their job or what they are doing until parents drag them away.
The tradesperson was an electrician, and he had to go in the loft, leaving the ladder dangling down tantalisingly. Our son tried to follow, so my husband stopped him (fearing the discovery of presents from ‘Santa’) and gave the first excuse that came to mind: ‘There’s a wasp nest up there and they will sting you, but Tony is trying to get rid of them.’ This was partially true as there is a nest, but they’ve all died off now. Our son was deterred from ascending into the loft, but intrigued by the wasps. He had a lot of questions about them, questions which lasted all day. They lasted to the supermarket and back. And commenced again when we walked back into the house to find Tony still there: ‘have you got rid of the wasps now?’ They continued while Tony tried to do the job we’d called him out for. In order to try and stop our son from harassing him further, we suggested he sit down and draw a picture of the wasps for us. He was surprisingly game for this. The resulting piece of artwork included a depiction of his baby brother being stung by a mother and baby wasp. He took quite a lot of time over the stings, and asked me for a red crayon to finish off. I feared its purpose and didn’t ask what it was for. ‘That’s blood mummy’, yes… I thought it might be that.