Today my 3 sons went back to school. They all had very different Christmas breaks and all went back in very different moods. It made me realise just how short childhood is these days.
Son 3 is 5 years old and in Reception year at school. I think that there is every chance that if you analysed it, being 5 is just about as good as it gets at Christmas. He wholeheartedly, 100% KNOWS that Father Christmas is real, and more importantly, he KNOWS that Father Christmas lives at Bocketts Farm in the week before Christmas. He has no doubts and always gets the thing he most wants for Christmas (this year’s random request was for a toy horse – simple!). For him the last 3 weeks have been a constant stream of family visitors, special meals, chocolate treats, cinema visits and playdates. As always the final day of the holidays is reserved for a visit to the Dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum. His ‘dinosaur phase’ is now in its third year and doesn’t show any signs of fading. Continue Reading →