Let me set the scene for you if you will.
It was last night, early evening, Ollie was downstairs playing Paw Patrol with Daddy and I was perched on the toilet spending some quality one on one time with Harry who was luxuriating in a bubble bath.
Out of nowhere, well at least not to my knowledge, Harry looked up at me and perfectly clearly with wonderful pronunciation exclaimed,
“Shit the bed!”
He then leaned in to me and conspiratorially asked if he could tell me something.
Still somewhat flummoxed but his earlier outburst I simply nodded.
“ well, I was playing outside with Alfie at big school and I threw a ball and it went all the way in to the little schools grass green but and I shouted shit the bed and a teacher told me to sit on the floor because I couldn’t sit on the naughty step because someone had weed on it and then I said NO and ran away”
Right, there was a lot of information and he hadn’t stopped for a breath, so I decided to tackle the simplest issue first.
“Harry you should do what the teacher asks you to do”
Harry “why? They’re not the boss?”
Me “ actually Harry when you’re at school they are the boss and you should do what they say”
Harry “ Mummy I was only joking”
Me, somewhat relieved “ so you didn’t shout something rude and then not do as the teacher told you to?”
Harry “ well I did shout something rude but no one heard me and it was really funny.”
Me “ Harry that really is a very naughty thing to say and you definitely shouldn’t say it at school! You have such a wonderful mind you can say other funny things without then being naughty”
Harry “ okay Mummy, sorry “
I considered this to be a massive win because he has been quite fractious recently and let’s face it, hard work!
Me “ thank goodness, we’ve got our first parents evening next week”
Harry wide eyed “ what’s that?”
“ When we go to your school and the parents tell us how you are doing”
Harry “ you mustn’t tell them what I said, I will get in trouble!”
Me “ of course I won’t tell them as long as you promise not to do it again, deal?”
I had a mini Snoopy diary when I was little, Dad found it.
There was an entry when I was about 7 on one day about Mum and Dad going to my parents evening. The next day the entry in the journal merely said, this is the worst day of my life!
You reap what you sow my dear friends!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 