We've entered unknown territory now that Rafy has turned 4. This year at nursery has been like a whirlwind and the tantrum-prone toddler who started ten months ago, has somewhere in this time, become a taller, more independent boy who can use the toilet proficiently (except wipe his own bum adequately after a poo - but I'll take that any day!). I don't know exactly when it happened but he has transformed into a child, as opposed to being a toddler. I look at him in equal measures of awe and perplexity: is this mini human being really my wee Rafy monster? Suddenly there is a boy that talks to me, tells me things and with whom I can (sort of) reason! It's been a long time coming but he actually sits with us at mealtimes and has stopped emptying all the drawers and reachable cupboards in the flat. He can be left to his own devices in a different room from me and I don't have to worry about knives and cups of tea when it's just him around, like durin...