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[August 18] |
I was woken up this morning at 4:30 by a little boy jumping on the bed and announcing that he is now, officially, six-years-old.
James likes to do this now and again and usually I give him a glare and tell him to go back to bed, but this morning I thought that I would be a kind and compassionate mummy and I got up. We tiptoed around the house to let Lily and Albus keep sleeping, but we colored and did all sorts of exciting celebratory things.
It was a very nice morning, but the problem now is that I'm not used to waking up so early and I am exhausted. Have you ever tried to convince a freshly six-year-old boy (and his brother and sister) that taking a nap on his birthday might be a wise idea? Believe me - it's hopeless.
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