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'.
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.....'