After working last night, I woke up way too early, but wanted to spend time with Ciaran (my 5 year old). We did some colouring in his Handy Manny colouring book, and had a relaxing morning, before getting ready for school. This is where the battle began. For some unknown reason the school bus is no longer his friend. He pouted, punched and shouted his way to the bus stop. Once there he turned his back to me and wouldn't even look at me. As the bus pulled up at the stop, my little angel bent down and picked a 3 leaf clover from the ground and handed it to me.
It's the little things that make all the bad stuff disappear. Don't you agree?