Traumas...

The last twenty four hours have seen two mini traumas, that involved hobbits and their mother...

At about six thirty last night, Spider-Man gleefully informs me that he needs a fancy dress costume for today...my heart just sank.

Every mother has had this at some point, be it a cookery class the next day that requires a specific spice that no one has ever heard of or a 3D model of Sputnik, complete with astronauts for science class...it is a heart stopping moment, knowing that the class of wine you had planned is about to remain in the fridge.

Spider-Man needed to go as a character from the Roald Dahl stories and books, thankfully he chose something relatively easy, and didn't ask to go as the BFG or Grandma from George's Marvellous Medicine...he went as Charlie Bucket from the Chocolate Factory.

So ripping up an old shirt, dressing him in very short trousers he went to school pleased with his large chocolate bar and winning Golden Ticket - phew, I didn't fail completely, however I would be very surprised if the chocolate bar actually arrives in class...

The second trauma was Spider-Man getting stuck in the toilet this morning.

At about 8.25, just as we were having the usual fight of teeth cleaning, shoes on, coats on, in the car mantra...I hear screaming. Now sadly, this doesn't tend to raise much of an eyebrow in my house, however when accompanied by Batman shouting 'Mummy, help!!!' In a much higher octave than normal, it normally sends me running.

Spider-Man was very distressed. He had managed to lock the toilet door and couldn't get out. It took me some time to actually calm him down with his fear and panic of being stuck near the white telephone for the rest of his life.

Eventually with some coaxing and very simple instruction he was free...the hug he gave me when emerging was akin to a few miners after being stuck down a mine shaft for 24 hours.  Clearly being that close to the bath was a traumatic event for any hobbit.

I am hoping for a peaceful evening now...well at least for the babysitter.