" I dowan go to school."

For the past two weeks I have been complaining to mummy " I dowan go to school." Mummy had been having a tussle war with me every morning as she dress me for school. She pulls up my home clothes and PJs, I pull it down. She puts on my school uniform; I take off. Mummy always look nice when she greets me in the morning, but after the struggle with me she looks tired and glossy face. I wish I can tell her that by not bringing me to school will solve the whole problem, and she can look good.

Today, mummy have decided that this cannot go on. And she will speak to Ms Leaw and Mrs Wong. Drat! Tomorrow I should pretend to faint.