What could spoil the sound of happy squeals from Nora as I push her faster and faster on a swing early this morning?

A naughty boy.

As shops open at 11am on Sundays, I decided that we’d leave early anyway and stop at the playground. Nora hasn’t really been out all week and what more to treat her by pushing her on the swing. She really does love being on a swing!

There she was happy and laughing when an older boy decided that he wanted to play on the baby swing too. He rushed over and stood in front of a swing occupied by another girl who was  being pushed by her dad. He was there so suddenly that the dad didn’t have time to stop the swing from hitting the boy. The boy fell and cried and screamed.

His mom rushed over with his little brother and he still insisted that he wanted to play on the baby swing. The mom put him in and told him that she’s going to put his baby brother in the pushchair and then they were going to go home.

Since he couldn’t swing himself properly, he got bored and tried to climb out of the swing. I was horrified. The mom was at the other side of the playground and I told the boy to wait… not that he listened. So, as I didn’t want another accident to happen, I helped him out… and he ran towards a boy with a little bicycle and tried to grab the bicycle away!

When I was pregnant… part of me wanted a boy… WHAT WAS I THINKING??!!