Monkey Boy’s birthday.
As Grumpy was going to work in the evening, and we had “where’s my presents, where’s my presents, where’s my presents” etc from the time Monkey Boy got up until well past the time I had my morning coffee, we gave him his presents.
A huge Captain Underpants activity book, and an even huger Lego thing. A train, which we discovered, upon opening the box after school, had something equivalent to 486, 923 teensy pieces which all came together to form an engine and various other equally essential bits required in a train yard.
The cupcakes were taken up to school at ten past 3, and I got to sit around and watch show and tell and then the kids all sat around and sang Happy Birthday to Monkey Boy and then I got to listen to “Can we build the trian when we get home? Can we? And I love you sooooo much, Mummy! I love you more than anyone!”
Still to establish whether he meant he loved me more than he loved anyone else, or whether he loved me more than anyone else loves me.
And who says you can’t buy love? It comes in the form of an extraordinarily large box, so large a 3-month old baby can fit inside with room to move (sure, we tried it, how could you not?!) filled with multi-coloured, fit together mini-bricks.
So, I spent antoher night, up till goodness knows what time, awaiting Chippie’s “Feed me NOW” wake up call, and fitting mini-bricks together to form something workable.
Chippie didn’t wake, and I managed to convince Monkey Boy that if I stayed up any longer it was likely I’d put together a train smash. Threatened the tantrum again, and was rewarded with another “I love you so much, Mummy!”
I know it won’t last. But it does get my hopes up …