Beast of the Utter Order

How do you get a 4 year old boy to get dressed? Without resorting to fish-wife-stylee hollering which sends the neighbours running for cover and muttering darkly about 'them people next door'. Girls just seem to 'do it'. Boys seem to turn avoiding it into a kind of sport.

Seriously - HOW!?

Today I am not up for the battle - his uniform is laid out on his bed (or it was - it's probably orbiting round the moon by now) and I've said 'just put the clothes on. JUST GET DRESSED. OK? You're not coming down until you are'.

That was at 8 am.

It is now past 10 o'clock.

Luckily he doesn't go to nursery until the afternoons but what will happen when he starts reception I don't know. I think I'll need a whip.

He called me up a while ago and I thought 'yeeee ha - he's dressed!' but no. He merely wanted to inform me that he'd found a special coin featuring R2D2.

Here is R2D2:


And here is the coin:



Erm, yup, separated at birth I should say.

I gave him the 'here are your clothes GET DRESSED OR ELSE' lecture and retreated back downstairs.

5 minutes later there was an earsplitting scream emitting from the toddler.

I raced up there to find the young infant tightly wrapped in a double duvet and being 'posted' underneath the bed.

'WHAT are you doing to him??' I screeched (so much for 'no shouting today').

'Packaging him up so we can post him to another family mummy because I tell you what, he is an utter beast at times'.

Utter beast?

Utter beast?

I'll give you utter beast.

I am going back up there now and I'm not coming down until he's dressed.

To mis-quote Scott of the Antarctic 'I am going upstairs, and I may be some time.....'

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