Bring My Family Back

Had a really nice day with the boy today. In the morning he supervised me doing the washing up. Telling me imperiously which order to wash things and where to put them when washed. And then he tottered off to get the sheets from his cot to put in the washing machine. That they were not dirty was of no matter to him.

Then he decided that we needed more milk and put on his prized wellies. The ones with blue stars on them and put his coat on and ordered me to get ready. This would have been more impressive if he had been able to point to the front door. He couldn't because his coat was on upside down and he was struggling like a drunk at closing time with incomprehension at what was going wrong.

His confident walking down the road and racing from drain cover to drain cover left me a bit moist eyed. Luckily, he counter-balanced this by throwing an almighty strop in a shop, complete with throwing himself full length on the floor and sobbing inconsolably as some mothers looked on in a mixture of sympathy, indifference and distain.

Best moment of the day was having to change the boy's nappy (what a stinker) at the side of a busy road whilst he cheerily waved at the traffic and passers-by.