Spring rolls and pillows

There is a take away container of frozen spring rolls in Miss Three's bed. To be more exact there is a a take away container under Miss Three's head; she is using them as a pillow. Its complex. After hours of fun, swimming, eating, hunting for (dairy free) chocolate Easter eggs and playing with the friends who joined us for this sugar driven race around the garden, we all slump in front of a movie. I use this distractedness to my parenting advantage brushing their teeth and pyjamaing them while they are watching - I'm flying solo tonight. Soon after, I am surprised with the ease that they transition to bed. It isn't until I am strewn lazily on the couch (after a clean up that sees the clock racing for 9pm) that I see a little set of fingers curved around the door. Miss Three looks bewildered. 'I need an ice pack..' she uses one when her eczema is itchy at night. I still haven't retrieved the icepack from last night to re freeze it. Miss Three won't be appeased by this. In fact, the more I reason the more I see her winding up to begin bawling. Hubba bubba is finally asleep after huge efforts so with visions of him to waking up i open the freezer door with frantic enthusiasm. I am desperate. If it were for daytime use I'd offer a pack of peas but I don't really want them going to waste. Spring rolls! In a moment of genius I wrap these Asian delicacies in paper towel and offer them.. I hold be breathe. Miss Three accepts this package as an acceptable option.

Half an hour later I sneak in to retrieve it... It had been re wrapped in one of her (party) dresses and is under her head. Remove it? That would be madness. So there it is... Frozen spring rolls and party frock under her head. One more try before bed, but I'm not gonna tempt fate, or the feisty Miss Three.