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noadvertising- October 27th, 2018
Since he was made a big brother, Oscar´s turned into a quite demanding little pest. Two weeks ago hubby and I took him to the zoo of Hellbrunn, and no matter how many children were running around, I was always able to track my grandson, because his loud voice drowned out the others, especially because he was constantly and vociferously opposing his grandfather´s suggestions of which animals to see next. Did he want to see the tigers? No! The lions? No! The rhinos? No! He only was interested in the lizards which were actually iguanas, the ice cream stall and the playground with the toy excavator.
So when I was to travel to Vienna with the very demanding little man in tow, to visit the zoo of Schönbrunn (son number three´s last year´s Christmas gift to his beloved nephew), I dreaded what was to come. Contrary to expectations grandchild did behave well in train, I only had to remind him twice that any grave misbehaviour would lead to an instantaneous return back home. He went to bed without complaint in the evening, and I was enthusiastic. Could it be that Oscar was actually a nice and well-behaved boy when away from home?
At six in the morning I got woken up by a very excited little boy who told me that he did not want to see the elephants, giraffes and pandas but the bats. Wait a minute! Didn´t we have that type of conversation a week ago? Bats! In a zoo, where so many impressive animals can be watched? I fear someone must have let Oscar watch too many Halloween centred cartoons. Apparently my doubts if bats were available fell on deaf ears, because when we entered the main alley leading to the zoo entrance the loud disputation between grandfather and grandchild began anew, in full blast, no matter how many people were watching the two of them debating the route they would take inside the zoo, and that certainly the bat room (there´s indeed one) was not the one and only thing they would visit. I looked at my son and his fiancée, then at hubby. Three adults would surely be able to keep one child in rein, so I decided to bow out and visit the famous palm house and the desert house instead.
After two very relaxing hours we met again, went for a late lunch with Oscar messing about quite effectively then drove back home. The moment grandson was in his car seat he fell asleep, and at the same time my mobile buzzed. His father told us to not let Oscar sleep during our drive home, or his parents would have a hard time putting their son to bed. I think I sent back a rather rude remark. Mercifully my sons agreed to never gift the little one such a present till he learns how to behave properly.
So when I was to travel to Vienna with the very demanding little man in tow, to visit the zoo of Schönbrunn (son number three´s last year´s Christmas gift to his beloved nephew), I dreaded what was to come. Contrary to expectations grandchild did behave well in train, I only had to remind him twice that any grave misbehaviour would lead to an instantaneous return back home. He went to bed without complaint in the evening, and I was enthusiastic. Could it be that Oscar was actually a nice and well-behaved boy when away from home?
At six in the morning I got woken up by a very excited little boy who told me that he did not want to see the elephants, giraffes and pandas but the bats. Wait a minute! Didn´t we have that type of conversation a week ago? Bats! In a zoo, where so many impressive animals can be watched? I fear someone must have let Oscar watch too many Halloween centred cartoons. Apparently my doubts if bats were available fell on deaf ears, because when we entered the main alley leading to the zoo entrance the loud disputation between grandfather and grandchild began anew, in full blast, no matter how many people were watching the two of them debating the route they would take inside the zoo, and that certainly the bat room (there´s indeed one) was not the one and only thing they would visit. I looked at my son and his fiancée, then at hubby. Three adults would surely be able to keep one child in rein, so I decided to bow out and visit the famous palm house and the desert house instead.
After two very relaxing hours we met again, went for a late lunch with Oscar messing about quite effectively then drove back home. The moment grandson was in his car seat he fell asleep, and at the same time my mobile buzzed. His father told us to not let Oscar sleep during our drive home, or his parents would have a hard time putting their son to bed. I think I sent back a rather rude remark. Mercifully my sons agreed to never gift the little one such a present till he learns how to behave properly.
