I know it’s meant to be #SilentSunday so shhhhh. This, ladies & gentlemen, is Hoppy The Christmas Frog. When I found myself to be ‘suddenly single‘ with 2 young boys I occasionally found that disciplining them could be a battle. Gone was the option of ‘what will daddy think when he comes home’ so I had to be inventive.
I bought Hoppy on a whim one day because I thought he was beautiful and we didn’t have any particularly nice decorations.
My boys loved him, particularly the youngest, so I told them that he was Hoppy The Christmas Frog and that he was here to oversee Christmas. I told them that he was here to make sure they were being good so that Santa would know to bring them presents. My boys aren’t daft, they were dubious.
One day when we were out in town the boys had been playing up, squabbling, generally not behaving. I told them that Hoppy would be cross.
When we got home all the ceiling decorations had fallen down – both boys were silent as they took in the scene.
“Did Hoppy do this mummy?” Whispered my youngest…