The Best

After writing my last post about our five year old being ‘on the turn’ and exceeding his ‘best before date’, he made me feel horribly guilty (as children are so adept at doing) by reverting to Sweet Max two days later.

When this Max is present in our house, everyone’s life is easier.  This Max gives me lots of cuddles and laughs a lot.  He has delightful manners, plays nicely with his younger brother and shares his stuff.  This Max runs up to me and throws his arms around my legs, hugs me tight and tells me how much he loves me.  When this Max is around, we enjoy every minute…partly because he is delightful company, partly because we don’t know how long it’s going to last.

And just to prove how lovely he can be, this is the ‘Mini Creation’ that Max presented to me on Saturday:

With the piece of paper ‘hidden’ behind his back, Max came to me and asked how to spell ‘best’.  We sounded it out phonetically and this is what he returned with.   I don’t wish to be smug (I do really) but at first the piece of paper just said, ‘My mum is the best.’  I swelled with pride and love, admired his handwriting and was happy that he’d got his flick on his ‘y’ the right way round (once an English teacher…)

My husband , feigning hurt feelings, asked if he was the best too to which Max replied, ‘Oh yeah, I forgot.’ (Ha!)

After he had added ‘dab’ (I didn’t correct him; he’d done my bit right) 😉 he either decided he loved his brothers (unlikely) or he was proud of the fact that he could now spell ‘best’ (more likely) so he added his brothers on there too.

Then Josh, never one to like the attention to be away from him for too long,  put on my bra and danced around the living room in it.  Well, you can’t win them all…