No, this isn’t about those sorts of little presents you’d rather you didn’t have to clean up, it’s a bit more fun than that.
Last weekend we went to Melbourne and got back late Saturday night. JJ was a trooper considering the lateness of the hour. Nonetheless he and I were both very glad to get him to bed. He climbed in, snuggled up, then pulled a lemon out of his bed and said, ‘Look what was in my bed.’
I could see, as only a mother can, that it wasn’t him that had put it in there. So who did? The only people who could have were my friends that stayed on the Friday night to be close to where they had to be on Saturday and give Monty some company. We thought it was pretty funny and harmless so laughed about it and pretty much forgot about it.
The owned up to this during the week so we definitely knew it was them and not some weird burglar.
Saturday morning, as we were in the area, we dropped into their place to give back something they’d forgotten.
They had some lovely mandarins and JJ was given one and went outside to eat it. He came back up shortly to get another one, which I thought at the time was a bit odd but I was glad he was eating fruit so didn’t make a case out of it.
He then took another one for the trip home.
On the way home, he very matter of factly told me that he’d popped a mandarin in their bed. I had a laugh and thought good on you lad.
My friend rang up later that afternoon and asked to speak to my son. Okay, I said, and passed the phone over. They spoke for a bit then when I spoke to her she asked if I’d known about the mandarin in their bed? She’d gone to change the sheets and found it there. I told her that JJ had just told me when we were on our way home.
She said that he’s one funny boy.