Charlie has continued his quest in how to be badly behaved. We went to a children's adventure centre today and met up with Charlie's friend Joe who is 3. He and Charlie generally play very well together but today seemed to be the exception. They spent over 2 hours beating each other up. Every time Charlie returned to the table he looked more and more dishevelled - he'd run back take a swig from his drink (water) growling and then going back for more. He was progressively looking worse and worse and by the time we left he looked terrible. Incidentally, the reason we left was because I moved Charlie from the bottom of the slide to prevent him getting a kicked and was rewarded with a smack round the head for my trouble.
He has this thing with his food where he won't have it removed from his table even if he doesn't want to eat it, he has just bellowed at me from the garden (jabbing his finger at me to reiterate his point), 'LEAVE DA FUD ALONE!' as I tried to move some (incredibly cold) toast.
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