Night time interlopers

I climb the ladder to say my goodnights to my youngest child. Each has their own particular ritual, of no real significance as such, but developed and morphed over the years to meet a lengthy list of preferential treatment. Each version is private. Each version is whispered. No-one ever hears the entire details that another enjoys. “Ti voglio bene” I coo as my opening attention grabbing phrase, in the gloom to a mop of chlorine soaked hair. It’s my only Italian phrase, culled from a lullaby several light years ago.
“Huh!”
“Ti voglio bene……”
I am unused to repeating my opening gambit more than three times, but I suspect that our respective response times are dulled by jetlag.
“Huh!”
“Ti voglio bene.”
“You………are you mother?”
“Oh dear!”
“You are speak foreign?”
“What are you doing up here in the top bunk? Why aren’t you down there in the bottom bunk?”

Independent note:- since we’re on the subject of bottoms, I should be most interested to have your opinions as to whether you are an A person or a B person? So pop over to Wales and let me know? You might also like to let them know by leaving a comment there as it’s a hotly debated issue the world over.

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Posted on July 16th, 2009.
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10 Comments

  1. Susan Helene Gottfried:
    July 17th, 2009 at 1:12 am

    So what WAS the wrong kid doing in the bunk???

    That’s a good one, actually!

  2. Jazz:
    July 17th, 2009 at 5:16 am

    Yes, why were they in the wrong beds?

  3. Leanne:
    July 17th, 2009 at 5:51 am

    Patrick wants a bunk bed so badly. How funny that they switched beds…did you ever find out why?

    As for the toilet paper, B of course. Why would you hang it the other way?

  4. empress bee (of the high sea):
    July 17th, 2009 at 5:59 am

    that is SO SWEET! and why WERE they in the wrong beds? how odd. i would have done the exact same thing as you!

    smiles, bee
    xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  5. mama edge:
    July 17th, 2009 at 5:59 am

    Ah, the great toilet paper debate! I grew up in a home where B was the only way to hang the TP, no ifs, ands, or buts (butts?). Having a lackluster record of rebellion in my teen years (I was a compliant, if sullen, pimple-faced daughter), I tend to assert my independence now that I’m an adult, and my TP hanging habits are a prime, if pathetic, example.

    I refuse to be a B person. I also refuse to be an A person. I pop the roll on the tube, close my eyes and insert it into the wall holder. Que sera, sera.

    Take THAT, Mom and Dad!

  6. Mother Mayhem:
    July 17th, 2009 at 6:12 am

    I’m a B. Since I am apparently the only person in this house that knows HOW to put the roll on the holder, there is no resistance. ;o)

  7. kathleen:
    July 17th, 2009 at 7:32 am

    yes, why were they in the wrong beds?
    As for T.P. I solved the issue …well actually my son did by removing the holder from the wall..now it sits on the sink..

  8. sheila:
    July 17th, 2009 at 2:31 pm

    B when it’s not on the tank, lol. And what’s the story behind the reversing beds thing?

  9. Mother Mayhem:
    July 17th, 2009 at 3:55 pm

    Oops! Was reminded by Barbara (TherExtras) to change my url. Sorry, ;o)

  10. mommy~dearest:
    July 20th, 2009 at 8:31 am

    Hahaha! The ol’ switcheroo.

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