The Look

The boys had a stomach bug the other day. We were woken at 5am on Sunday morning to the pleasant sounds of Monkey Boy screeching at the top of his lungs because he had just vomited all over himself and his bed.


I should include the background.  The previous night we had a recreation of the boy who cried wolf story. If for any reason either of the boys do not fancy whatever we give them for dinner they immediately develop a pain in their tummy. I wasgiving the boys spaghetti on Saturday night and Monkey Boy started complaining about such a pain. I duly ignored him and kept shovelling spaghetti into his mouth. After scooping up said spaghetti (half digested) off his sheets I had a long chat with Monkey Boy about how important it is to only say you have a pain when it is true.

Anyway, Sunday morning we cancelled our plans to visit Aunty Lemons and settled down for a day of quarantine and starvation. It wasn’t long before Fat Chops was begging for breakfast but I couldn’t give it to him and he wasn’t at all happy about it. I gave them a drink and set them up in front of the TV to distract them and sat in the kitchen because I felt horrible for denying them food – even though the rational part of my brain knew that it was the best course of action for someone with a tummy bug.

They forgot about food as they entered the TV trance and I was left alone for a good hour until the DVD ended. Then the pestering started in earnest. They begged for breakfast, or something nice or toast or anything and eventually I agreed to get them a cup of tea. They love tea and I thought it would keep them quiet for a while but I couldn’t put milk in it because of the bug. I brought them two cups of black tea and Monkey Boy started protesting straight away saying the he didn’t want “red tea” but Fat Chops took his, said thank you and smiled. He didn’t taste it though.

I went back out to the kitchen and sat down. Not long afterwards Fat Chops came out, stood in front of me and GLARED. Hannah gives a great dirty look and having had my fair share over the years, I am somewhat desensitized to the effects. This was a dark, dark look though. He was very clearly wishing great pain upon me at that moment in time. He then went and placed his cup, very gently, on the table. He went back, stood in front of me, looked at the cup with withering disdain and then gave me the GLARE again. He didn’t say a word but the message was clear “F*** you! I can’t f**king believe that you tried to pass off that sh**ty tea on me!!!”

Then he walked out having not said a word. I felt terrible!