The brat returns to school

Its been over a week since the brat has been to school. And what a week. I greyed. First due to them seizures and second with the sheer stress of keeping hyperactive bouncing off them walls perfectly fine brat housebound thanks to the city drowning under insane levels of water. Ever try and keep a wound up dinky toy still and calm? Not that I wanted him still and calm, mind you, he can bounce off all the walls he wants but that. That is scary.
Yesterday a couple of his classmates called to chat.
I can only report one side of the conversation, as I couldnt hear the other side of said exchange.
"Whacchya doing?"
"I is fine. No. Am okay. Whussaid am notwell?"
"Ony one ingecshun. In d bum."
"Nah, I dint cry. Crying is for gurls."
"Whachyu did in skool tuday?"
"Why he cried? Who beat him?"
"U went d sandpit? You threw the sand at A?"
"I wantu come. Mamma not sending me. Is raining na. Will have to swim on the road."
"My park is all water. Even the sandpit is all water. I cannot play."
"You coming my hauz? Come na. I aks my mamma"
This said on an aside, a loud theatrical aside albeit, to eavesdropping mamma.
"Mamma I call V home now. To play wid me." Backed into a corner, Mamma nodded frantically hoping the offer wouldnt be taken up given that V on a good day can make the brat look like the tortoise in the hare and tortoise race.
"I gotta new DVD, Spiderman 3 and Superman. Come na!"
"Okay, I cometo skool tomawro. I is okay. I wantodo padhai."

No music sounded sweeter than the last sentence to Mamma's ears.
And this morning we were up with the drenched sparrows, and asking for our nails to be cut, and our clothes to be laid out and brushing our teeth to a sparkle.
We were finally, truly and completely ready to go back to skool. Praise the Lord.