The brat returns to school

It has been a two week break for the brat. It started with food poisoning. Went on to a febrile seizure. And reduced him to half his size. He's been sitting at home after his hospital discharge, bored out of his skull. Thanks to the rain which does not allow for playing down. And cruel mamma who also does not allow for playing down, when it is so obvious that he barely has enough energy left in his scrawny body to walk from point A to point B. And there is only so much of unlimited television viewing that a child needs before he decides that he has really and truly had enough of watching cartoons.
Therefore, there we were last night, packing the school bag and ironing out the school uniform with great enthusiasm, the likes of which had never been witnessed hitherto (I was doing the ironing, before I get hate mail accusing me of child labour).
"Mamma, I will go tu skul tumaru?"
"Yes, child."
"I is feeling very bored in d hauz. Dere iz nuding to do."
Mamma pondered a bit over this scary statement. "Of course, there is a lot to do in the house, brat, you can read, you can make jigsaw puzzles, you can draw, you can paint, you can play with your toys."
"But dis is all playing. I want tu do studying."
You can study at school tomorrow, brat. Mamma wondered where this was leading upto. The truth then came up front. "I wantu play wid my frens at skul. I is missing my frens."
Mamma's heart twisted a wee bit, Dont worry, she told the brat. You will meet all your school friends tomorrow. "And den I wil tel dem how the doktor pud d needle in my hand and put a pipe and a bottle on top of my head. And how I dint cry ad all. An how I is a very brave boy."
Yes, my love, you are the bravest boy I know.
I hope you dont need any more such opportunities to display your bravery.