And school reopens.

School reopened yesterday. The brat opened his eyes in the morning with the happy anticipation of having an entire day of holiday spread in front of him. Mamma could perceptibly see his expression darken like a storm as he glimpsed his school bag set on the armchair bang opposite the bed. "Tuday is skul?" he questioned mamma aka serf lackey imperiously, in the manner of one who brooks no arguments, and no news contrary to his expectations. Mamma nodded meekly, and told him to get on with it if he expected to make it into them school gates before redline-late mark time. Mamma swore she saw his eyes flash fire.
"I is nod going to skul. Is Diwali vakashun. I is staying ad home tuday. You go to office."
Mamma enlisted Pappa's help to physically haul him off the bed (Sadly, Mamma cannot carry her baby anymore, he's become too big a boy for mamma to carry him without throwing her back out). He struggled hard and flailed limbs helplessly. Divested of clothes, he stood grimly back against the wall in the bathroom, mouth firmly shut as mamma stood with toothbrush in hand. "Brat, brush your teeth."
"I is nod brushing. I is nod having a bath. I is nod going to skul."
Mamma force bathed him, brushed his teeth, dragged him out of the bathroom and Pappa got him dressed. Pappa combed his hair carefully with the off centre part that Pappa gets line calipers to measure preciseness of. Brat was pleased with the result. "I is looking very handsome?" he said to no one in particular as he admired himself in the mirror. "Is waste of time going to skul," he muttered at his reflection.
Mamma completely agrees, but isnt going to let him catch on that she agrees. And then he throws the zinger. "Mamma, I be hansome at home today?"