Noah is recovering ok still, so we did in fact make it to my office holiday party at Medieval Times.
Nothing really makes me happier than to hear “those knights have swords like yours mummy!”
(Yes I have a sword in the house, but it’s locked up.)
I find Medieval Times disturbing because I want to hate it, but I don’t because they do after all ride horses and mock-fight nicely. I could do without the story line. Today was especially disturbing because they placed Santa in the role of Merlin/seer and that does NOT work; not just the anachronism, which is ok with me. It’s that Noah wanted to know why Santa was SCARY. And he was!
But yum, horses, swords, and skill.
That was, however, the most violent thing we’ve ever let Noah watch. I was thinking of all the horsey bits and not the fighting bits when I signed us up. We’ll see if he turns into a serial killer.
Bonus guilt conversation from bedtime:
Noah was teasing me with his nighttime snack – offering me some and then pulling it away. So I said that it’s not nice to tease someone like that, because it makes them sad. At which point Noah said:
“But it makes ME sad when you go to work, Mummy.”
Sigh. It does. So I said, “Yes, I’m sorry it makes you sad. I am sad when we’re apart too. But we’re talking about something else. We’re talking about pretending and then taking away, like if I said I was going to stay home and then I said ha, ha, no I’m going to work.”
Noah thought about it and said “Okay.” So I said, ’cause I’m like this “you see that it’s different?” And he said all calm and everything, “Yes.” And then we had a big hug.
It is really wildly weird and hard sometimes… and then warm and cuddly. And hard.
I see why it’s hard — but I think you handled it very, very well.
Ditto — I’m impressed that you were calm enough in the face of the guilt trip to show him the difference.