When they smile.
I mentioned in my last post that I’ve not had the best week. A lot of it has been down to this cheeky chap.
Looks like a happy, carefree cherub doesn’t he?
He’s been pretty horrible.
You see, he’s a bit of a sore loser (and an even worse winner), and often his mood for the entire day is hindered if he doesn’t win running into the playground with The Beast and his friends. This happened every.single.day last week, which meant I got the wrath of a disappointed 3-year-old.
But nature, being nature, meant that just after he kicked me in the shin (and I threatened to throw all the brown-round-bic-bics in the world into the bin), he decided he wanted those biscuits, so he shot me that smile that you can see above.