So school has reopened...

And the brat has squealed in delight to find two of his comrades in mischief part of his class. The class teacher has been warned to keep the trio in separate corners of the classroom if she intends getting any teaching done, and at the end of the first day she informed mamma in weary tones that she had taken heed of the advice proffered and would implement the same the very next day.
The new SPA uniform with its spiffy green stripe down the side was worn and self much admired in the mirror before setting off to school the next day.
"Mamma," said the brat, as he settled himself in the car with his new bag (Ben 10), new water bottle (Green tupperware), new compass box (Ben 10 green) and new tiffin box (coincidentally also green). "Everything I have is green."
Mamma digested this piece of information in silence. And nodded in confirmation. Yes, he did have almost everything on his person with some hue of green.
"I am a green boy."
Ah, well, green behind the ears would be more like it, Mamma would say.
"And now when I get angry, I can become The Hulk?"
Its not that kind of green, brat, Mamma said. To be the Hulk, you need some serious changes to happen in your blood chemistry. And some dosage of radiation. And such like.
He thought long and he thought hard. "Dere is a chemistry laboratory in our school, I will go dere and pud chemikals in my blood. Wid a needle on a pole."
Memories of glucose drips during long past hospitalisations still lingered, I could see.
But why do you want to be the Hulk, I asked gently. He bristled with rage. "Because I am very angry. And when I get angry, I want everybody to be frightened of me."
Well then, you wont have any friends, if they're all frightened of you, and you are permanently angry.
"Okay then, I wont be Hulk," he said in a sad little voice. And then sparked up. "Can I be the Green Hornet?"
Maybe Mamma should re examine the kind of role models the brat has, and start showing him the Chariots of Fire kind of movies.

The first day he returned home without his compass box. It was too early to start losing things I informed him, given that the previous year he had gone on a bottle losing spree of approximately one bottle a week and had I been less worried about dehydration and water contamination, I would have been stern and told him that unless he got the original bottle back he would get no water to school. I suggested it one day, only to have him tell me he would drink from the tap, much to my horror.

Mamma instructed him he would not get a new compass on the second day of school and he was instructed to check his desk for the forgotten item and retrieve it or his pencils and erasers would be sent in a floral, feminine pouch. The threat worked and he had found the missing compass box, and displayed it triumphantly to me on pick up. I should hunt out a pink floral water bottle to ensure his green bottle stays un-lost.

It drizzled a bit this morning as we ran to the gate, Mamma wanted to drape the brat in his raincoat (What else, Ben 10!) but he refused. "Don't. Everyone will laffatme. I'm a big boy now. I can get wet in the rain."

Mamma feels she should have been informed of this big boy development before the raincoat purchase was done, it could have got her a small clutch which would have definitely come in use, seeing as the raincoat is not.

So how has school reopening been for you?