The cycle to school

This is the first time no.1 son has asked to cycle to school. Mr CleanSlate took pity on me this morning* and offered to take him. Daddy does usually takes him to school a couple of times a week but the bike thing flung us into chaos and mayhem! He is totally hopeless on his bike and wobbled off down the road leaving me dithering on the doorstep** So it wasn't until they rounded the corner that I realised I was still clutching his school bag. Doh. Fortunately, as you can see from the absence of other little terrors, they'd left earlier than everyone else in the known universe (good job because apparently Mr Wobbly Bob took an age to cycle 0.2 miles!), so after about 10 minutes class mates started walking past and I was able to pass the bag along.

Anyway, he enjoyed himself. When I asked him if he'd had a nice day at school he said, "Yes, but not a dreaming day." Then, without even being prompted, "A dreaming day is the sort of day that's so good that you're not sure you're awake."

Me: "But it wasn't a dreaming day today?"

Wobbly Bob (wistfully): "No, but it was a really good day."

OK then. I don't know if it was made more surreal by the fact that we were talking through the slats in the stairs.

Then just as I thought it was all over, "I think the ninth of February might be a dreaming day," and with that he wandered off....

*you know you must look rough when....... ;-)

**still able to take pictures, obviously!!