He had his pants in his hand, but he said they weren't his. So I asked him where they Mummys? shake of the head in reply. Asked him were they Fifi's...then mine...then grandads...and lastly F...a shake of the head was the reply to each question.
He told me he couldn't put them on as he could not do the sum in them. Sum, what sum I asked? 3-4 he replied, to which his sister told him this was the age they fitted....to which he replied he was 6 not 3-4.......
So he sat and sulked for a while.....I suggested he started getting dressed with his socks or his vest, but no had to be pants first.
So being the nice gran I am I took photographs....some of them not suitable for a family blog....then gave him a cuddle. Time I had finished blowing raspberries all over him he was laughing his head off.
He then told me he missed mummy and wanted to go home, and mummy was to take him to school not grandma...so I pretended to cry....and oh boy he reminds me of Uncle S at this point as he laughed at me just as Uncle S use to do.
|One sulky 6 yr old|
In the end his big sister helped him get dressed to save him having to go home with nothing on.
I am linking this one up to this week just because it is such a lovely family moment, and Bob will laugh about this one day.