Expulsion at three?

I'm in big trouble. My 'angelic' three year old, aka The Beast is proving to be somewhat of a hazard in the tweeny social circles of South London. His weekly events calender puts Tara Palmer-Tompkinson to shame.
Creative Movement with Spanish lessons on a monday, Wriggle & Rhyme with Tina followed by Dance class on a wednesday, Whippersnappers on a friday followed by toddler gym.

But this has all changed now, since turning from a cheek-grabbingly gorgeous and mostly compliant two-year old, he has turned into a two-foot teen. In two consecutive weeks we have been asked to leave one class due to his disruptive behaviour (if you can call running around with your hand down your pants, disruptive - him not me!) and kicked out of toddler gym for not listening to the teacher and showing some attitude! He is three years old, mind! I now know how my mother felt when I was kicked out of girl guides (for wearing my skirt too short and showing my woggle). I too carry the shame of a rebellious child.

Still, it means I'll now have time for an afternoon gin and tonic and an hour with Countdown.