I'll have to revert now the middle child is starting ``big school''. After all, you can't throw lunch money at a little one as you drop them off at the front gate two minutes before the bell. Or do the school run in your pyjama pants. Not that I do such a thing. At least not on work days. Then I'm fully dressed when I slow down and roll the Firstborn out of the car on my way past school*. Not anymore though. Now we'll need to unload at both school and day care. Work days will involve two ``there's-no-bloody-parks/where-o n-earth's-your-lunchbox/oops-forg ot-to-sign-him-in'' stops.

Of course, half the week I'm not at work, so I was hoping to spend some quality time with the ``baby''. For the first time in three years we'll be alone together. I'm not sure he's as keen on the idea as me though. He's struggling to understand why his siblings get to go to ``big school'' every day, while he's stuck at home with the woman who makes the food. Particularly when the cook/cleaner (who occasionally answers to Mum) doesn't understand how to play properly. Sure, she's good for comfort and cuddles, but when it comes to a proper game of something, she's pretty hopeless. Even Dad is more useful (being that much more in touch with his inner child).

My littlest boys play strange complicated games together though. One baffling affair called ``the grass is lava'' (involves navigating your way really quickly around the backyard without touching the grass). The disturbing ``naked Action Man'' game involves stripping off Action Man's combat fatigues, and laughing uproariously at his moulded plastic underpants. The games I play are more along the lines of ``clothes-line dash'' and ``super-fast grocery shop''. Hopefully, I'll soon convince the youngest that passing the pegs, and pushing the trolley, is super-fun too.

*Any reference to rolling children out of cars is purely for humorous effect. I do not advocate the ejecting of children from moving vehicles. I'm all for the pyjamas though.