I thought that it would be quite a disaster but it turned out to be fairly decent.
Matthew was a tyrant. He refused to nap, demanded for biscuits, fruits and my sis-in-law's chicken rice. Refused to eat his own porridge.
Thankfully he only started to cry non stop only at 6plus.
I reached home to a sticky boy who I could not let go for almost 20 minutes.
When he was assured that I was finally home and would not leave him, he started to enjoy himself and played with his 3 cousins.
Even pushed 2 of them around the house on his toy cars.
When it was time for them to leave, Matthew was a gentleman and a great host.
He walked them out of the house, took the lift with them and we parted at the lift lobby.
I thought he would follow his cousins but he just stood at the lift lobby while they left. When I urged him to enter the lift, he did so willingly without any fuss.
