Yesterday, I was wrestling – completely unsuccessfully I might add – with some work (and quite probably huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf). My son wandered over to me and asked what I was doing.
“I’m just trying to get this work done, but I’m finding it very difficult” I said.
He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then said “You should ask for help.”
I smiled and said something like “Maybe I should” (but not for one minute intending to) then went back to struggling.
I was relaying the story to my husband later on – expecting him to giggle along with me – I mean it’s a lovely suggestion, but I’m not at school any more – it’s not as if I can just raise my hand and have the teacher come along and help me!