I love my brother and i kiss him left right centre and legs. Yes I love his elephant-like legs and I lick them and kiss them every single day.
Oh I am 3.5 yrs and I just celebrated my 4th children's day over the last weekend. I have fewer presents now (though I am left with 8 more celebrations) because the only people who remember to celebrate it with me are my teachers and my parents (and no longer others). Daddy n mummy brought me to Polliwogs and I had such a good time that I had to throw a tantrum when I came home. WHoops. Tantrums are part of my life now, contrary to Mummy's expectations of a fine young todd.
At 3.5, I am still depending on others to feed me (so that I wont dirty the floor). I am still drinkin milk from the bottle (so that I could model to my didi how to hold the bottle). I am still using diapers at night (so that my parents would still think I am a baby). I am still wanting to be carried when we go out (so that I can help my parents train their arm muscles). I also hate vegetables (so Daddy can give up converting me to a vegetarian like him) and i eat only fish n eggs (because they make me smart). I sleep poorly and wake up often at night (so that I can check that Daddy is beside me and mummy is looking after Didi in the other room). Oh.. and I drool like no tmr (to tempt my parents to put a bib on me).
Sounds like a pretty exasperating 3.5 isnt it? Nah, I am enjoying the best moment of my life! No homework, no enrichment, plenty of TV and tantrums control adults n I get my way! Life's good!


