So I have started school this year. It’s cos I am three now. Well, it’s pre-school really and I only go there a couple of mornings a week but it is definitely much more grown up than nursery. I wear a uniform and everything. It’s just round the corner from home and I get to scoot or cycle there with my mum of a morning which is good – I do like to keep active.
When she picks me up my mum is practically much falling over herself trying to find out what I have done that day and I always just tell her it’s a secret. It does her head in. I do give her snippets like, I’m not totally heartless. I often tell her I have painted a pterodactyl (I have NEVER painted a pterodactyl – I can’t even draw a smiley face). I don’t know why she gets so antsy about it anyway, she could always ask the teacher.
Mum gives me a torch when I go to bed now. It’s like it’s finally clicked with her (a light bulb moment…?). She was always stressed with me when I waltzed into her at 6am but why on earth would I want to stay in my room when I am awake and it is pitch dark? Now I have my very own torch I am happy to stay in there til the sun comes up. I tell Baby Mo about what I have been up to at school and practice my reading. Everyone is a winner really. Bet she wishes she’d done that a few months ago.
I am just starting to come to the realisation (sloooooowly) that sometimes whinging is not the only way to get what you want. I’ve been practicing the hilarity, keeping up with the compliments and also I have been experimenting with a brand new concept called ‘being good’….and do you know what – they all get results too. So for example, just this morning I was eating my breakfast and I thought ‘you know what, I don’t really want these brown cornflakes, I fancy something a bit continental.’ Now normally, before I’d had chance to engage my brain I would have just made an involuntary whinging noise and demanded something, mum would have said no, I’d have whinged some more, mum might have shouted a bit and made an idle threat or three, I’d have brought out the Mega Whinge and she would have relented (cos she is weak). It’s a method that has always got results but it takes about ten minutes. So this morning I just said ‘mum, please can I have something else after this cereal?’ and she said ‘yes, would you like an apple?’ and I said ‘no, I was thinking of some ham and cheese. Like the French.’ Well she thought this was dead funny, so off she trotted to get me what I had asked for and I actually ended up just eating that and sacking off the bran flakes altogether. I’m not sure she even noticed she was that chufties with me for asking nicely. I mean, it’s something to bear in mind for me. I got my own way, I didn’t eat the bran flakes, mum was in a top mood and it had only taken about 30 seconds. Interesting.