So this morning HT came to me with a piece of ice in his hands. Me, being the nosy mother that I am, asked "Why are you carrying around a piece of ice, aren't your hands getting cold".
"Mama, I'm playing ice hockey."
"Not in the house you're not, now go put that in the sink before it melts all over the floor."
After he put the ice in the sink, he brought me his plastic toy golf clubs one for me, one for him and one for Papa, so we could get more ice and play. I had to tell him again that we weren't going to play ice hockey in the house.
I'm such a cruel mother, there were tears and "Why?" and "But I want to." but I held firm. No ice hockey in the house.
So after lunch and nap time we went out. I think everybody had a good time.
Actually, I was quite proud of my boy for thinking up a new game to play all on his own.
So, how was your day?