2. You are exhausted during the week – so by the time the weekend rolls around, we are convinced we’re going to be treated to a seriously long lie-in. But come 6am, you are bouncing around like an excited puppy that hasn’t been walked all week.
3. You change your mind about who is your new best friend on a near daily basis. I don’t know how you all work it out, but it seems like a bunch of 3 and 4 year olds go into conference every morning to come to a new arrangement.
4. You are full of facts. You know that our apartment is in the shape of a square. You know that we have a skeleton inside our body. You know that the UAE is your “home” and the UK is your “other home”. You especially love spouting out your new facts at bedtime. And half an hour after bedtime. And sometimes even an hour after that.
5. Your imagination is suddenly sparked. You are talking about monsters, dinosaurs, shadows, and ghosts. You come out with stories of things that happened at school, but when I chat to your teacher, they didn’t actually happen. Like the time when you told me you’d done a special show-and-tell and asked them to play a dinosaur film on the projector. I was impressed until I mentioned it to your teacher and she stared at me blankly.
6. Birthday parties are suddenly the most exciting, absolute highlight of your life. And you know exactly what you want to do when it is your turn – even though you have 6 months to wait.
7. You chat to your brother like you are his teacher. You “read” books to him (and he MUST sit on his bottom and listen) and you fully expect a 21-month-old to have a thorough knowledge of phonics and be well on his way to counting to 100. The fact that he is clearly not is totally and utterly exasperating.
8. You seem suddenly older. Not just because your pyjamas are suddenly too short, but also in the way you talk to us. In the way you explain your day to Daddy when he gets home. In the way that you form friendships. And in the way that you say goodbye in the morning and walk happily into your classroom. In September, you still seemed like a baby – but as we get closer to the end of the first term, you definitely seem like a little boy. In the afternoons though, I get you all to myself again – and I realise that deep down, you haven’t really changed at all.