My four year old son is being impossible! And I am at the end of my tether. My usually well behaved, obedient (for a four year old) and often disarmingly charming son has turned into a monster. Tears, tantrums and embarrassing displays of bad behaviour seem to be the order of the day. I keep telling myself "This too shall pass..." But, when?
On the other hand, my two and a half year old is being adorable. This, of course, does not help matters much. The other day we were driving past St Davids Marist Brothers school. The school is currently closed for the holidays and the pigeons were taking advantage of the peace and quiet to forage for goodies on the playing fields. Robbie said, "This Ali's (Alex's) school?" "Yes", I replied. "Naughty birdies," he said. "Why?" I asked. "Cos they playing soccer on the field," he replied with a grin. Alex and I roared with laughter. This age is so special. There is not much a child misses, even at the ripe old age of two!
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