“Nanny”, the 4 year old says, “I have something important to tell you.”
A collective intake of breath was audible. You never quite know what they are going to come out with, do you? Is it going to be something related to which food groups were consumed at lunch today, or is it going to be something from that conversation she overheard when you thought she was sound asleep in the back of the car but was actually pretending?
“You know we are moving house?” Nanny nods.
“well Mummy is going to have one house and Daddy is going to have a different house.”. It’s ok, this isn’t new news… well it was until she announced it to the man in Sainsbury’s in front of the (still current) Mother-in-law. It certainly took away any anxiety over how we would tell the family.
“It’s not that Mummy and Daddy won’t love each other any more”, another anxiety laid to rest. “it’s just that they won’t live together, and me and my brother will have two bedrooms.”.
She smiled, “I am very excited”.
“That’s good”, Nanny said, clearly amused. Our daughter continued; “The thing is, Nanny…” breath is back to being held. “I think it will be better” Oh God, blood pressure up again, how has a 4 year old come to that conclusion?
“If I am naughty at Mummy’s house and she is not very happy with me, and she tells me off…” I think I can see where this is going.
“…then I will just phone Daddy and go over to his house and he won’t know that I have been naughty and he won’t tell me off!”. She looked very pleased with herself.
“Mummy and Daddy will sill speak to each other,” my wife interjected with some realism unfortunate to the mind of a naughty girl.
“Oh” she said. “Well I’m still excited that I get two bedrooms”.