Today I made a really dumb mistake, and curse rather loudly "OH SHIT" . Baby made no appearance of having taken it in so I was quietly relieved............. I do try to modify my language in his presence.
Then at home , whilst I was busy doing the housework he pulled all my sweaters and scarves out of the cupboard and dived in. I came in and looked at him, swamped in knitwear, he looked up at me ever so sweetly, frowned and said "Shit!"
Shit indeed, the little tyke obviously is taking in far more than he lets on!!!!!
Naturally he scampered off, leaving me to put away all the items of winter wear, trying hard not to let him hear my hysterical laughter, muffled into my sweaters!!!
If only he would be so obliging with the please, thank you, help me and I'm hungry instead of just whining or yelling when he wants something!
He had quite an outstanding day all round today, we had to miss our usual music class, as he slept in, then threw a tantrum, demanding M&S butter cookies for breakfast (No way matey!) and refusing his milk. Follow this with the screaming abdabs when I tried to put him into his coat! We left the house hungry, cold, and late!! My God, when did he turn into a teenager???
Before you ring child line and accuse me of neglect, starving and freezing my kid, be reassured, he was coated and fed (and he probably knew it would be this way) once we arrived in town. By car. In-fact he is a regular haunter of cafe society in Newbury, quite the suave, sophisticated gent, with his toasted teacake and bambino-cino. To put the icing on the cake, once fed and having had his own way, he then flirted charmingly with all the shop assistants, waitresses, Grannies, and fellow Newburries, smiling his high wattage smile and batting his eylashes..... they have no idea what a cantankerous little imp he can be when he hasn't got his adoring audience to encourage him! But I love the little monkey to bits, despite his Rumpelstiltskins.
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