Max has been bugging us to buy him a small bed so that he can sleep in Marcus' room. every evening when i come back, mummy, tomorrow is it saturday? when i say no, tomorrow is (thursday), he has this disappointment on his look.

today, i can imagine him lighting up when i say, yes, tomorrow is saturday. He is sure to go 'yeah'. i can't wait to go home but stuck in school due to cca. argh....