Jamie vs. The Imaginary Elevator - Jamie Farrell

Jamie vs. The Imaginary Elevator

The Air Force Memorial - one of the places we visited to keep from going stir crazy in our hotel room

The Air Force Memorial – one of the places we visited to keep from going stir crazy in our hotel room

We're on vacation now, but last week, we were in temporary base lodging. It was a hotel room with two beds, a dinky little kitchenette, and a table with three chairs. After a few days, the kids got a little stir-crazy if they were in the room too long, which meant dinner time got interesting.

Like when Squeaker decided he was bored with eating. He climbed down out of his chair and began crawling around, meowing like a cat while Munchkin egged him on and Buttercup alternately tried to grab his food and yelled, “Yay!”

“Squeaker,” I said, “sit back down and eat your food.”

He looked up at me in consternation from his position on all fours between Munchkin's chair and the bed. “But, Mama, I'm in the elevator.”

I suddenly understood his consternation, because I was feeling it myself just then. “Just sit down and eat,” I said.

I turned my back for thirty seconds, and when I looked back at the kids, Squeaker was crawling into Munchkin's chair. “Squeaker,” I said, “get out of your brother's chair.”

“But, Mama, I'm a kitty cat. Meow.”

“Sit down in your own chair and eat,” I told him.

About that time, SuperHubby got back from running out to the commissary to pick up our dinner. Between the time he walked in the door and the time he'd put the groceries in the kitchenette, Squeaker was back down on the floor.

“Squeaker,” SuperHubby said, “get up in your chair and finish your dinner.”

“But, Daddy, I'm in the elevator,” Squeaker said.

SuperHubby assumed Daddy-In-Charge position. “Squeaker, get out of the elevator,” he said.

Squeaker scooted forward on all fours.

“Now,” SuperHubby said, “get up in your chair and finish your dinner.”

“Okay,” Squeaker said.

He hopped back up to the table, in his own seat, and I went in search of wine. And we all had a much nicer night after that.

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3 comments
Marcy X says June 24, 2014

i guess sometimes we have to think like our children. Superhubby did a great job getting him to behave. Bravo!

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Gretchen says June 25, 2014

too funny

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Marie says June 29, 2014

Wine will help every time.

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