There we were, driving along, I forget where to, and Ellie was crying. Not an unusual occurrence in the car due in part to the fact that she doesn't like the car seat. Doesn't like it at all. But today there is another reason. Noah is making the most unpleasant of screeching sounds at the top of his voice. It went something like this: "yeeaaaaaaaaeeeeeaeeeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaeeeeaeeaeaeaeeeaecccch" only longer. So much longer. Words cannot convey the sort of noise that he was emitting.
"Enough Noah!" Nikala says.
"yeeaaaaaaaaeeeeeaeeeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaeeeeaeeaeaeaeeeaecccch" responds Noah
"Noah that is enough. You are upsetting Ellie!" Repeats Nikala, trying again.
"yeeaaaaaaaaeeeeeaeeeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaeeeeaeeaeaeaeeeaecccch"
"Right, if you don't stop making that noise I am going to take away your fire engine!"
Oh dear, I think to myself, we've reached that bad stage of negotiations when threats are used. But to my surprise there is instant silence from the back seat. Good grief that was easier than I thought it would be.
Clunk.
What was that?
"yeeaaaaaaaaeeeeeaeeeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaeeeeaeeaeaeaeeeaecccch"
And there, upside down on the dashboard, was Noah's fire engine. Noah had spent a few moments weighing up what was more important and made his decision. And we had nowhere to escalate to with our negotiations.
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