Mr Men and Little Miss 3

The Muffin is still apparently too comfortable and despite all the false alarms, this little baked good would rather be in than out. So while waiting, I have found enough time to do another installation of Mr Men and Little Miss.

Evan is going through the phase where he loves copying us. He copies us in speech, I've had to issue specific instructions to our helpers because he'd picked up from one of them "Ohmygod!" and I wasn't going to have my 31 month old son using God's name in vain. His latest is a shrug on the shoulders and a cheeky "I dunno" which was also something he'd picked up along the way from his Grandma, the helpers and probably me when he asks questions that I cannot answer.

This morning, he decided that he was going to copy me and read in bed. I've been doing that a lot lately. When I asked him to skooch off the bed and go have breakfast, he told me that I could come and lie down beside him on the bed which is often what I tell him when he comes looking for me when I'm lying down. So, Mr Copycat pats the bed beside him and invites me to lie down and it takes all of me not to laugh and take him seriously because he is saying this in all seriousness to me.




















From birth, Jordan has always been the fiesty one. She bullied all of us, she yelled when she didn't get what she wanted and she sent more than one of us cowering away from her. She's mellowed. She's gentler and more affectionate. But that fiesty, fearless streak still exists. She occasionally terrorises and imperiously commands her brother around. She snatches things from him with no thought that he is actually stronger than she is and will, with no qualms, shove her or hit her.

The first few days in the school bus, she would apparently disturb him and smack him or pinch him. This is, of course, according to him. Yesterday she came home sporting a gash on her face. It's not deep but it's still heartbreaking for me to see. Of course, she has no ability to tell me what really happened and every time I question her or her brother about it, some strange tale involving Thomas the Train or Gordon or the Bus Driver or Teacher Helen (their class teacher) will be spun. The teacher has told me that she has no idea what happened either because there was no scuffle, no tears and no fighting.

But I do suspect that her behaviour had something to do with it. Someone who is not as used to her bossy ways as her poor, long suffering brother is may have taken matters into her own hands. Of course, if I ever do find out who scratched her, I will have a word with his or her mother. And while I know that it may not necessarily make a difference, Little Miss Bossy must learn to share and give way or she's going to find herself getting into more of these little accidents.