Disclaimer: I own nothing nothing,come on do I look like a British author born in the early 1900's since the site seems to chop off the names when I use Mr. or Mrs.I am going to put only first names.
It was almost dinner time in the Pevensie house,unfortunately Helen was having a time trying to get two and a half year old Peter to wash his hands.
" Won't you let Mummy wash your hands?" she pleaded as she tried to catch him for the fifth time.
" No!" Peter said stubbornly as he ducked behind a chair .
One year old Susan thought her older brother's antic were funny and she laughed ,clapping her chubby little hands.
" But they're filthy." she said .
" No,dere not dere c'ean" Peter said holding up two small rather sticky hands covered in dirt,jam from lunch and who knew what else .
Helen sighed,pushing a wisp of stray hair back , as Peter crawled under the coffe table.
" Peter,come out from there." Helen said .
" No!" Peter yelled
Helen sighed,his favourite word was no,she should have known he would say that. That seemed to be the word of the day for him, or rather word of the month. " Terrible Two's" Mother called it ,even though Peter was nearly three. He looked like a cherub with his rosy cheeks,blonde hair and bright blue eyes and most times he was an angel,but there were times when he could be very horrid.
The front door opened and Stephen came in. "I'm home ,smells wonderful,darling" he said giving his wife a kiss and swooping Susan from her blanket.
" I'm glad you think so,do try and get your son to wash his hands,he won't let me.I'm going to finish up." with those words she left the room.
Peter hated peas and no amount of coaxing from his mother would get him to eat them.
" No! peas yucky!" he dumped a handful onto the floor.
" Bad baby,you mustn't do that." Helen admonished cleaning up the spilled mess,in the other high chair Susan was ready to do the same thing ,but stopped her in time.
Helen was able to get Peter to eat a few bites of peas,by hiding it in his applesauce.
Bedtime was also a trial,while Susan lay down nicely, curled up with two fingers in her mouth and promptly went to seconds after Helen left Peter popped up,and climbed out of his cot and padded out to the parlour.
" Dood morning!" he said brightly .
Helen put down her knitting,looking at her husband ,who was reading the paper and listening to the wireless.
" Stephen,aren't you going to do anything about your son." she asked.
" Is he here?" asked absently,engrossed in an article he was reading.
" I have cake." Peter said eyeing the dessert sitting on the table next to his mother.
" No." said taking his hand and leading him back to the room,she placed him in the cot.
" I have cake. " Peter said pulling himself up.
" No,it's time to go sleepy bye,like a good boy." Helen said laying him down.
Peter scrunched up his eyes tightly and tiptoed out of the room,she nearly made it out the door,when Peter popped up again ,beaming brightly.
" Morning! I have cake now." he said making a move to climb out of his cot again.
Helen crossed the room and put him back in." It's time to sleep,see look Susy's sleeping."
That was the wrong thing to say,because Peter figured if he was awake then everyone should be awake including his slumbering sister. Taking his teddy bear he threw it in Susan's cot.
" Wake up,Susy! we have cake!" Peter shouted happily.
Needless to say,Susan was not happy to be woken by a stuffed bear landing in her crib( even though it was soft),she started wailing.
" Oh,Peter,why'd you do that." asked going over to soothe Susan.
Peter shrugged and climbed out of the cot ,plopping down in front of the toybox,he dumped all the toys out.
Helen sighed and laid Susan back down,she had finally stopped crying and went back to put Peter back in his cot.
Stephen came in," Will he stay in bed." he asked.
"No." Helen sighed feeling very tired all of a sudden.
" Where are those canopies that go over the children's cots?" Stephen asked.
" Bottom drawer,but Stephen,Peter hates the canopy,you know that." Helen said hesitantly.
" Well,unless,you want him climbing out of his cot,the canopy is necessary." Stephen explained
A few minutes later,the canopy was firmly in fit over a cot of any size in order to prevent a child from climbing out .
Peter wasn't happy ." Off! off! no want it!" he wailed loudly.
lStephen led his wife out of the room," He'll be fine,Helen." he assured her as they went back to the parlour.
A few minutes passed,they could still hear Peter's wails.
" Oh,Stephen,couldn't I just go take it off,I'm sure he won't climb out." asked,hating to hear or see her children in distress.
Stephen handed her a cup of tea," Helen,Peter is perfectly fine,he'll cry himself to sleep." he said," You have to remain firm."
Ten more minutes passed,the wails were getting softer,until you could barely hear them,then total silence.
Helen jumped up alarmed," What if he choked to death or something!" she cried running down the hall to the nursery,she opened the door and went over to the cot.
Peter was sleeping his ,one hand,gripping a stuffed rabbit ,his thumb in his mouth.
" See,all that worrying for nothing." said Stephen quietly leading her out of the room.
A/N: There will be more chapters if anyone wants me to do the others at two and a half. Each child will get wo chapters if I can think of them