Tis poor li'l son of mine has to face the term assessments, time flies, he was just a baby who could barely lift his hands to me...53 months back, now he's gotta prepare for being analyzed by his educators...It only makes me wanna think that one has no control over time :)
My fella seems to be okay with rhymes, stories, he does not like it when it comes to writing ....Guess he is like me does not want to make a mistake, wants to make sure that he gets it right. He writes it perfect till u raise ur voice....if u dare raise ur voice then he will be so adamant not to nudge !! So we gotta handle him, his way ...
from 14th til the 18th he has his term papers ... :)
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