Monkey had a giant strop, these are happening fairly frequently at the moment and normally over nothing.
It was bloody freezing and I just wanted to get home, but the one thing I have learnt with parenting is being consistent is so important, so we stopped and I explained that his strop was not acceptable and to listen to me and why listening was important, doing all the adult things I am meant to do.
He calmed down and off we went, as we were going up the massive hill, a gust of wind from, where I only assume Pluto, cause it was so fucking cold, hit us and I must have said shit that is cold, because I promptly got told off for swearing.
While Monkey was telling me off, I noticed he was struggling with his coat and I asked what he was doing, his response, well mummy I am warm at the moment, so if I give you my coat then you will be warm as well.
It took another 5 minutes of me explaining that his coat wouldn’t fit me and that is was a really sweet idea, but I would much prefer if he stayed warm and then he could wrap me with blankets when we get home.
We were nearly home, monkey was ahead of me on his scooter and I was walking, as it was a narrow path with no cycle path, I saw him go past a lady and she seemed to suddenly be looking for a parent, I couldn’t see anything he had done wrong, so thought maybe I was mistaken. Monkey stopped at the road just ahead of her and gave me a thumbs up, the lady stopped me as I was walking past.
“Can I just say what a polite little boy you have there, he said please can I get past and then said thank you when I moved, it is such a joy to see”
Yes this is a massive stealth boast, but sometimes when I am wondering if I am doing alright by him, these little things come along to remind me, what a fantastic little boy he is.
Even though we have the strops