When the Little Sister started motor boating me as I carried her across the Victoria Bridge, I should have had an inkling that our outing to see the Brisbane City Christmas lights was not going to go as planned.
Mum and the kids watched a busker perform an amazing magic show. He made three balls turn into ten oranges Mum! Then we took the kids to the Myer Centre food court and told them they could choose anything they wanted for dinner. Predictably they requested “the meal with the toy”, so I found myself at the golden arches asking if they still made happy meals. The woman looked at me like I was daft and her look grew more incredulous when she asked me which toy I wanted and I didn’t understand.
Boy toys or girl toys?
Oh. Girl toys please.
The Big Sister did a little happy dance and showing off to her sister when she opened her happy meal and discovered not one, but two, plastic pink bracelets. Karma made an appearance, when the Little Sister opened her cardboard box to discover a doll - a Barbie doll - in hers.
The Big Sister’s reaction was instantaneous.
The kids ate the dinners and later a nice bloke let the girls sit on the ground in front of him, so they could see the Myer Christmas Parade. The parade far exceeded my expectations (which were low after seeing the Christmas windows).
The Little Sister’s new favourite doll was quickly forgotten as they gazed at dancers reenacting The Nutcracker, carollers, Joseph, Mary and their donkey and the three wise men atop camels.
After the parade, we wandered into King George Square to admire the Christmas Tree. I was telling the Big Sister that King George Square was the spot that Bearhands and I met, when started making frantic hand gestures.
What is it mate? Use your words.
We only just made it to the garden, where the Big Sister deposited her now not-so-happy meal into the garden and onto her new white sandals.
Time to go.
I phoned Poppy and like a knight in silver Prado, he came to our rescue. But not before the Little Sister had a throw down tantrum on the footpath because I wouldn’t let her keep the ‘precious jewel’ of broken stubby she’d found in the gutter.
On the way home in the car, the Big Sister declared herself dehydrated. Mummy and Nan were pretty thirsty themselves.
The Myer Christmas Parade runs until 21 December.
I highly recommend it, although I wouldn't suggest preceding it with nuggets and chips.