The time has come...

Yes, it's the Beast's first day at school today (proper school that is, not just paid daycare which we called school to instil some sort of discipline into him). The past four and a half years have finally come to fruition and my boy starts full-time education today.
He looks adorable in his grey flannels, red shirt and shiny black shoes and the all-important popular cartoon character lunchbox, he is ready. I myself, am prepared with hankies (for the inevitable tears), sweeties (incase I need to bribe him to leave me)and my husbands credit card (well, us girls have to do something whilst the boy learns)and off we go the 150 yards down the street to school.
Arriving at the gates and the leg-clinging begins...'get off mum, I need to go in!' he says.
Waving my little lad off and suddenly I feel very grown up. My first child is at school, well done me!

‘From the mouths of babes’

How does his mind work? My boy, who is generally a complete beast, often surprises me with his absolute hilariousness. When I asked him what he thought we should buy for his sisters’ first birthday, my little guy replied, ‘a great big, fat wolf.’, ‘A great, big fat wolf?’ I replied, ‘Are you sure? Do you not think that they would prefer a teddy or a trumpet?’ ‘No’ he says ‘They have told me, they said they want a great big, fat wolf and a lamppost and a big lorry and a great big giant as well.’ Well, I had better get down to Argos then hadn’t I?