“Mummy, what made this apple fall from the tree?”
“Gravity” says Tim.
(it was funny if you were there.)
“Mummy, you can go on this computer now because finished I have.”
(Picture him small and green with big ears.)
Not much of a blog for however many weeks it is since I’ve blogged. We’ve been to parties, to school, to work. Small has discovered an aggresive streak, the first day he squeezed ppl, then he poked, then he kicked. Then I sat him down and explained that keeping his friends safe doesn’t mean thinking up a new way to hurt them every day that is different to the one we told him not to do the day before.
He said “You told me one thing and another thing, but I didn’t hear the other thing.”
No, I don’t know what that means either.
Big has a list of things to think about every night, and worry ppl to tell her worries to if her list runs out. It isn’t working desperately well, as she still comes down most evenings to ask what to think about. She’s reading very rapidly now, worked her way through several Roald Dahls and is on to her first independent Noel Streatfield.
Small wants to learn to read, but doesn’t want to do anything about it. Isn’t that the way it goes.
And I keep losing at scrabulous.
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