Cheng was sick last Friday and did not get to go to school. The daddy whom he is usually clingy with was away for a day trip in Ipoh. So Cheng stayed with me at home, with his newborn sister. Perhaps the daddy told him that he would not be around, so Cheng was very well behaved that he did not ask me to carry him. He was so much into pretend play that he forgot to take his nap. He was a happy boy playing all day, running at the garden, jumping on the couch, cooking for me.
He went back to school yesterday. Before daddy woke him up, he crawled to me and hugged me to sleep. "I do not want to go to school, I want to stay home..." is the first thing he told me when he got up.
This has been my soft spot towards my children. I feel bad that he has to go to school at such early age. While hubby and I advocate young children should play more, our choices are limited. In order to make up to the playtime the children should have, we are taking them to the playground everyday and their job is to run, run, run and run...
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