It occurred to me over the weekend that so far all my promises have been to baby T and it’s about time three year old E got in on the act. T doesn’t need one this week anyway as he is more than happy with life in the baby cage (I do get him out sometimes, honest) and is now even trying to pull himself up on the bars to stand. This is an entirely unexpected consequence of the baby cage and will teach me for thinking that putting him in it may give me some peace of mind. Anyway, back to my promise for E inspired by his return to preschool tomorrow:
This week my darling I promise… that I won’t keep forgetting to go through your reading book with you in the evenings so we have to whizz through it in the morning while daddy is putting your shoes on. I fear you may not have been getting the most from the experience when I’m speed reading on your way out of the front door and I will try and be more organised.
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