Today we went to Corey's school for the assembly. Corey was triply excited about this one.
He was receiving a Merit Award, as well as reading a speech he had received top marks for.
And his class were putting on a short skit in which he played a minor role as a policeman.
He did so well at everything and I'm so very proud my Angel (in disguise) Boy.
During the assembly Charlie busied himself playing with his Thomas train and charming everyone in the crowd. He clapped as each person received their certificate, clapping loudest of all for his big brother, shouting "Yay Corey" over and over, much to the amusement (or annoyance) of those around us.
After the assembly parents were invited to the staff room for tea and coffee, and not yet having had my morning coffee, I took them up on the offer. Plus there were chocolate biscuits.
It would of been rude not to, right?
Whilst I was drinking my coffee, Corey had to go back to class, and he asked if he could take Charlie with him.
Now Charlie has a long history with Corey's class. Corey loves to show off his little brother to the teachers and all his friends at any and every opportunity, and Charlie loves the attention and likes hanging out with the 'big kids'.
So off they went to class together without even a backward glance.
15 minutes later, after my coffee and a chat with the principal (who I found out calls Corey "Ice-Cool Corey" as nothing fazes him) I made my way to the classroom.
All the kids were hard at work when I arrived, busily writing in their books. And and guess who was sitting up the front of the class, with his own pen and paper?
Yep, there was Charlie, busily working just as hard as any of the 12 & 13 year olds around him.
Three chairs had been stacked together for him to sit on, so as to be high enough for him to reach the desk. He had not only drawn on the paper with a bright pink highlighter, but all over the desk and himself as well.
And to top it off, the teacher was sitting next to him, 'teaching' him things and Charlie was loving every minute of it. He had the biggest grin on his face.
Deciding it was time to minimise the disruption to the class, we packed up his 'school work' and made our way to the door saying goodbye to the teacher and all the children, Charlie giving lots of high 5's as we went.
But Charlie didn't want to leave. And the students didn't want him to go either. Even the teacher seemed a little sad to see him go.
Maybe I'll start to use this school babysitting service more often. I'm sure they won't mind.