With each passing day it seems that Henry is more and more like me…
Mum loves to tell the story of how, on my 5th birthday, she learned a harsh lesson about dealing with young boys. It was my birthday party and I had school friends there but all I wanted to do was stay inside and play with my toys. Apparently she tried and tried to get me to come out and it devolved in to crying birthday boy and distraught mum.
This morning I received an sms from Rae. She had planned to take all the kids out to a play center today but Mr H said he wasn’t feeling well. Rae soon realised what was actually going on – he wanted to stay home and play with his new Lego. A gentle chat and the promise he could come home and play with his new toys and suddenly he was feeling well enough to head out to play.