Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The rise of Mr Grumpy


Rather than sleep in, Bugs decided that 7am was a good time to be awake.  When I quietly poked my head into his room, he was standing with his back to the door, softly talking to himself.

I turned his bedroom light on, opened the door properly and happily proclaimed "Good morning!"  He turned with a huge grin on his face and replied "What's good about it?!"

I was stunned for a second.  What did he just say to me?  Then it sank in and, in the words of Roger Hargreaves, I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.

"Good morning" said Mr Happy.

"Good?  What's good about it?" said Mr Grumpy.

The next 20 minutes before I went to work were punctuated with random exclamations of "Hmph!" and "What's good about it!" followed by a big smile or little giggle.

He's got an odd sense of humour, this one. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to all his future teachers.  I spy a class clown in larval form.


quilly said...

I hope he gets teachers who know how to nurture and channel that energy, and not squash it.

The Mumma said...

We hope so too.