DD and I were due to go to the panto this evening. She asked me this morning if we really had to go (it's Beauty and the Beast and she was scared in the film). I said yes, I've bought tickets and pantos are really not scary, she will love it. For context, she's nearly 6. Not a teeny tiny.
About 2.30 she starts complaining of a bad belly. Goes to the loo but says she's still poorly. No change in an hour, then suddenly she says she feels sick. She looks absolutely grey so I don't doubt her. I cancel panto, £30 down the drain.
Over the next 2hrs she really makes a remarkable recovery. Turns out the whole thing was a big lie to get out of going to the panto.
I have emetophobia so I was going a little insane when she said she felt sick. She went deathly white, and I thought bugger, a Christmas norovirus bug.
I'm so relieved she's not ill I haven't really told her off, although she's not getting any bedtime TV. I've also told her that I'll never fall for that little trick again, which is true. She has comprehensively done her chips on that front.
I kid you not though, the kid would have been Oscar nominated.
Anyone fancy reassuring me that I'm not the only mug in town? 😆