A Proper Schoolboy

On Tuesdays I collect our 6 year old grandson from the school bus. Here we are heading home today. I couldn't help laughing when I remembered how neat and tidy he had seemed on the same walk a year ago. See the extra. I'm not the sort of granny to carry his bag for him! At home he ate a lot of Weetabix, did his homework and we had an uproarious game of Slimy Rhymes before collecting his little brother from nursery.