The TV anchor man announced that the next programme would be the film, The Living Daylights, starring Timothy Dalton as James Bond. “Can we watch this mum?” I asked as the ba-ba baoummm, ba-ba baoumm, music started.
“Oh no.” Mother replied. “Princesses don’t like James Bond. How about a DVD instead?”
“OK.” I replied.
“Can I choose?” Peter asked. “It’s my turn.”
“How’s about mummy chooses,” Mum suggested as she turned on the DVD player and browsed our small collection. “This one looks nice,” she said as she opened a case and removed the disc.
“What is it?” Peter asked in a most half-hearted tone of voice.
“Erm…” mum muttered as she closed the DVD tray, then the case. “…Enchanted Tales,” she said, showing us the cover.
It was a Disney Princess DVD. I guess she bought it especially since it matched our new bedroom. I suggested I’d rather go to bed.
“It’s barely seven o’clock Paul,” Mum replied. “A princess can have too much beauty sleep you know.” she said in her most patronising tone, “…and this will give you sweet dreams,” she said as she pressed play.
A few minutes later… a few very long minutes later, Peter got up. “Where are you going?” Mum asked.
“Toilet.” he replied. I felt I needed a wee too, but had a feeling the toilet would be out of bounds
“Oh no your not,” Mum said as she stood up to block his exit. “You’ve got your nappy on.. and you don’t want to miss any of the films do you?”
“But!” Peter yelped.
