Bloody hell, right in the middle of term? Why do we have to have a pupil free day?? I don't care that The Gentleman seems so happy about it, he'd be happy at school with his friends surely. This is such a busy week already - cakes to bake for the cake stall, bottles to purchase for the bottle drive, guitar lesson, swimming lessons. School Disco. I can't fit a pupil free day in as well!
My whinging falls on deaf ears, although some of those ears do commiserate because they have to put up with it too.
Sigh.
This morning, on the swing set monkey bars, The Gentleman called out for me to watch him, because 'I love doing the spastics!'
I was shocked for a few seconds, then I responded 'Do you mean you love doing gymnastics??'
'Yeah! The spastics! I'm really good at it!'
Sigh.
This morning, snuggled in my bed, with his face pressed to mine & his 3 year old arms wrapped tightly around my neck, Monkey Boy whispered 'We are best friends.'
I'm still a bit teary. About that, not the pupil free day.
Mrs BC
xx
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