I had tummy ache last night and, trust me, any information is far too much information. I didn't get to sleep until after I had covered little bear up again at around 1am. I had definitely got to sleep by 3am, because that was when evil cat was sick and it woke me up. She did a fine, bravura performance, but I still haven't found what actually came up.
Little bear came down at 4.30am, having lost all his bedclothes again, but settled down on the sofa. He slept so soundly, all the way through evil cat's opera at 6.30am which basically said - FEED ME. I carefully tiptoed past him and fed evil cat without switching on the light, but little bear didn't stir.
I was actually drifting off at 7am when little bear woke up. Then we had a full performance of 'what do you want for breakfast?' I asked him if he wanted cereal.
'I don't want cereal.' He said firmly.
'How about sugar puffs?' I asked.
'I don't want sugar puffs.'
'How about a banana?' I asked.
'I don't like bananas for breakfast.' He said
'How about toast?'
'I don't like toast until I am five.' Little bear said crossly. Of course he has had toast before. He just has decided that he doesn't like it until he is five, in roughly six weeks. It may form part of his birthday breakfast.
'Are you sure you don't want cereal.' I asked, considering not giving him any choice at all.
'I don't like cereal on Wednesdays!' Little bear snapped.
'It's Tuesday.'
In the end I caved in and he had a jam sandwich.
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