Irresponsible

I went to play with my grandchildren yesterday and I had FUN!
At the end of the afternoon they didn’t want me to come home and the 5 year old tied a scarf round my legs and held on tight to it (he was a bad pirate) so I had to shuffle precariously across their hall floor, edging my way to the front door, while the 3 year old (another bad pirate) hit me with a foam rubber sword. It was a scream – in more ways than one. I eventually escaped, amidst much laughter, and told them to wave to me through the front window – the 5 year old shouting that he would pounce on me and tie me up as soon I went back next time. Fabulous.
When I came home and told Dave what a good time I’d had, he said I should have left them calm and quiet for Zoe, not wound up and rumbunctious. “You’re like the worst  kind of supply teacher,” he said.