Mud
Jack was in a ‘naughty mood’ yesterday. He seemed to concede such later in the evening. I’m not sure why he was, but the admission indicated a definite awareness that he was being so. Getting home from school did not go well again. He wanted to be carried again, & for a near 5 year old, it seems a tad daft.
I have to carry Eve to a certain extent, as I do not usually take her reigns with me when I set off. She often would rather not be carried. Jack sees this as all grossly unfair, I’m sure, & acts accordingly. I refuse & he shouts & bawls. [note from next day: – there was more to say, but I ran out of time.]