Diary Of A Bad Dad
Idon’t know how long it will last but for now Pre-schooler T and Toddlernator the Terrible are a pair of loved-up siblings. He worships ‘sis’, as he calls her, and she’s as protective as a mother hen (except when he turns the telly off when she’s watching Shimmer & Shine).
So it was a bit of a surprise when having left them to their own devices I was alerted by a bloodcurdling cry of anguish.
I rushed in the lounge to find T the T’s arm raised with a hammer clenched in his tiny fist hovering above Preschooler T’s head.
Before I could get to him he was raining blows on a cowering Pre-schooler T.
I grabbed the little hooly and took the hammer of fhim. It was a toy, of course, but made of wood and still capable of doing damage in the wrong (little) hands.
He was just having fun, not being able to differentiate between a balloon and an offensive weapon.
Fortunately, no harm was done, and Pre-schooler T graciously forgave T the T.
When we’d all calmed down I asked her: “Why didn’t you stop him?’’
She replied: “I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to hurt him.’’
Her passive response was quite touching. Something tells me, T the T won’t react the same way.