My red-faced morning

Molly and Charlie have reached that age where they find Mum and Dad terribly embarrassing. Harry on the other hand seems to be out to embarrass me. Daily I'm embarrassed by how loud he is and by some of his behaviour but most of the parents think he's adorable! Today was different...

Yesterday in the playground I had a tap on the shoulder from one of the Mum's of Harry's classmates. Apparently Harry had given her son something on Friday but he'd since lost it and was worried. I could only imagine it was a toy car he'd taken in and I told her to not worry as it's Harry's fault for taking his toys in when I've told him on a number of occasions that they'l get lost. She seemed a little embarrassed and then went on to explain that J said it was an invite. Harry had handed out party invites on Friday but J was on the reserves list. I didn't have the heart to tell the lad he wasn't invited so I said I'd take in an invite for him. One more lad wouldn't make a difference…but then I started to wonder if J had received T's invite by mistake as T was late to school on Friday. Did I need to invite T again? Did J's Mum know that it was T's invite? What a pickle! I gave J his invite this morning and T's Mum was there too so I did ask if he'd had an invite and he had so it seems that Harry just decided to invite another person along. I'm hoping I don't get any more like that!

A couple of Mums in the Junior School playground called me over to tell me that Harry had thrown his cap up so high that it was stuck on the roof of a portacabin. There was nothing I could do but hope that the wind would eventually blow it down. Harry just stood there grinning, with everyone watching, so I marched him off to his school. A few minutes later we heard someone shouting our names. One of the Mums got her son up on her shoulders and he reached up for the cap. This is the same Mum I had a huge falling out with a few weeks ago so I've now got to approach her and thank her. Cheers Harry!

Harry was clearly in a playful 'let's wind Mum up' mood this morning and thought it would be funny to run up to me in the playground and shout "Mum, I need a poo!!" even though he didn't need the toilet. It's on days like this that I almost wish his speech wasn't improving.

I thought that would be it. Nope.

As his teacher came out he realised he'd got squash in his bottle (we'd left the house in a hurry and he grabbed the wrong bottle) so he announced it loudly to his teacher, then the first TA, and the second…. His teacher's face was a picture: she was not a happy bunny. At that point I wished the ground would open up and swallow me but my prayers weren't answered so I had to skulk off, heading hanging low.

I dread to think of what he'll do next!!