Let me entertain you

I came to Covent Garden today with my son and my godson to meet a friend, who was kindly returning my phone which I had left behind at college.

Just directly behind this spot is a church with a small garden and benches, where people like to sit and relax. That is, until I turn up with the boys who, after a sleepover together, are now in bickering mode. Bickering about who saw that stick first, who snatched the flower off who, why is he following me, now he's ignoring me, I saw that bird first, no you didn't, I like birds more than you do ETC.

My childless friend observed the scene and finally commented: "I don't think I'm cut out for kids."

Cut to the tube journey home and we realise that Ky has left his bag in the park. He was oh so nonchalant when I reminded him that his lovely new t-shirt was in there, but sobbing like it was the end of the world when I reminded him that his cuddly cat Paws was also in the bag. I had to phone my childless friend and send him back to Covent Garden where he rustled about in the bushes looking for the bag, slightly conscious of the odd looks he was getting. I guess it looked like he was looking for homosexuals, but I assured him that my child had put me in many an embarrassing situation and to persevere.

I then pleaded with him to ask at the church to see if anyone had handed it in, only hours after he had pointed at the church and confidently stated: "You wouldn't catch me going in there in a million years."

To top it all, my style concious childless friend had to walk home with a bright red kid size robot print bag.

All pretty normal stuff for me of course, but I think childless friend found it a little daunting.