2016.
I was in the baby’s room, nursing my newborn, when the excitement started. My 2yr old ran into my room in his Cars pajamas, hiking headlamp strapped on his head shining brightly, and announced to me that there was a moose in the bathroom. Then he turned and ran out as excitedly as he had entered.
We live in a place where moose aren’t a recurring problem, so I quickly decided that it must be a pretend moose.
Over the next hour, my 4yr old and 2yr old amused themselves together as they chased the “moose” around the bathroom, yelled at the moose to go away, and eventually resorted to camping outside the bathroom door with a xylophone so they could “play music and scare the moose away.” Banging on the xylophone commenced with the main refrain of the song being, “Moose, go away! Moose, go away!”
I must admit, I never thought the statement, “I don’t care if you’re chasing a moose in the bathroom, you need to leave the bathroom door open!” would come from my mouth.
The moose chase was interrupted by supper. But it resumed quickly thereafter with the moose being on the move. We were kept appraised of his movements by the shrieks and “oh, no!” exclamations from the boys.
“Come on, L2!” said the four year old. “We need to get out of his way or he will squish us and eat us!”
The moose seemed to head towards the kitchen, or at least that’s what the boys told me as they squeezed between my legs while I washed supper dishes. “He’s coming! The moose is coming in the kitchen! He’s on his way!”
Grandad decided to join the fun. Right at the height of the boy’s frenzied exclamations over the coming pretend moose, Grandad stuck his head around the corner of the kitchen and said (very loudly), “M-O-O-O!”
The boys SCREAMED and grabbed my legs in panic.
And Grandad retired to the living room, laughing quietly.
“It was Grandad!!!!” the boys quickly exclaimed. “Silly Grandad!” But they were content to let the moose game rest… for a few hours anyway.
0 Comments