I had most of a day, alone, with Chippie yesterday.
I had another morning of it this morning.
This year’s routine is completely different to previous years, and something has changed just this term. I don’t know what, but something.
Where once he would happily play with his trains for hours, or drive Scoop, Muck and Dizzy over my hands as I tried to write, he now insists I “play wif” him.
He gets “very cross wif you” if you are not providing him with your undivided attention.
Given the unrelenting nature of of his demands, the frown face, clenched hands, stamping foot and reassurances that he is “getting very cross” wif me, I have opted to go with the flow, accept the changes and challenges and try not to smash my head against the wall at the prospect of playing Thomas the Tank Engine