Today was full of pent up excitment and barely able to surpress itself energy. Bog Boy was positiverly bouncing in his eagerness to get up and dressed; for today, today he was going to SCHOOL!
Everything had to be just so, the shoes had to be put on tight, the right shorts had to be put on and the top changed three times at least and of course he had to make sure his bedroom was absolutley perfectly tidy before bombing down to breakfast 15 minutes after everyone else.
Porridge was demanded and honey on toast, though he could barely sit still to eat either.he was brimming with questions and could barely contain himself.
Had I got all his things?
Did he need to take Jelly and Puppy?
Had I got is school bag?
When were we going?
How long did five minutes take?
Had I remembered his boots?
Hurry up Mummy! We have to go!
Come on Boy, stop being slow.
Drive faster, drive faster!
Quick, Mum Mum, quick! There's Holly!
And the car door is opened and off he's running down the path that leads to the school door fast enough to trip but he doesn't.
His brother gets sedately out of the car all his things with him. Neat and calm. The Boy takes my hand and squeezes it and with all the world weariness that a seven year old can muster, he looks up at me and says:
I remember being like that!