I’ve started a new routine recently, where I get Ross and TK out of bed earlier than they’d normally get up so we can eat breakfast as a family. Ross, in particular, isn’t fond of mornings.
Yesterday morning he had his eyes closed as he took a mouthful of cereal, chewing slowly.
Hey! No eating while you’re asleep! It’s not good for your digestion!
Opening his eyes and looking at me, confused.
What?
The courier handed me a parcel, so TK figured, that since I was getting parcels, it must be my birthday and started singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs (I could hear the courier driver laughing as he ran back to his van).
When TK asked where my cake was, I tried to explain that it isn’t my birthday so there wasn’t a cake, that my birthday is in 11 more sleeps. He told off for being greedy and for wanting two birthdays.
You can’t have two birthdays, I only get one, it isn’t very fair if you get more than everyone else. Stop being so greedy!”
These are up the same way as TK drew them, he can now write his name, occasionally he writes it from left to right, and occasionally he writes it from right to left and upside down.
This is a drawing of TK and I, drawn exactly as you see it – totally up the wrong way.
Both were done on the 25th of September, just a couple of days after his 4th birthday.