B left at 3 am this morning. He won't be back until after the end of term (only two weeks away up here) by which time I'll have survived (hopefully), three sets of sports days, one leavers' assembly (we're not leaving, but attendance is nonetheless expected), the summer disco, two birthday parties (none ours) and all the other paraphernalia and chaos that goes with small children and end-of-term-itis.
It has started well though. A looked up at me over her rice krispies this morning:
"Mummy," she said "You deserve a medal".
"That's a lovely thing to say, poppet. Why?"
"Because you're so clever".
Not sure what I'd done to deserve that, rice krispy (krispie? krispo?) pouring being one of my core skills, but the others obviously agreed, because S chipped in:
"And you're lovely"
"And you're the best Mummy in the world" added L.
By this time I was beginning to wonder if B had bribed them, but M too was not to be left out.
"And. And. And...." he said. He's just turned three and was clearly searching his ever-growing vocabulary for the right superlative.
And you're my Mummy!".
I just hope we're all still thinking that's a good thing in two weeks' time...
The writing's on the wall. Except, it's not.
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