Now I know about school, I spend a lot of time in these places, I understand how ‘they’ teach long multiplication these days, I know what the initials P.S.H.C.E. and S.E.A.L (all your children do it you know!) stand for, I know all the songs there is to know that count up and down to 10 and I know all the actions to jolly phonics from a a a ant – crawling up your arm to z z z z- buzzing bee elbows in, hands flapping…….
I don’t know if it’s because I know so much about school – a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing - or if it just highlights a previously unknown controlling side to my nature but I’m greedy for more I’m desperate to know what my four year old does all day, I would be unsatisfied with a minute by minute account of his day, I need more!!!
Maybe fuelled by this information or maybe because he inherited his father’s skill for sharing – (is it just a boy thing?) My boy is stone to my vampiric tendencies and there is no red liquid forthcoming!
Our conversations used to go something like this,
‘What did you do today?’
‘Nothing’
‘Who did you play with?’
‘No one’
Or when he was feeling tricky….
‘Who did you play with?’
‘Mr No-body!!!!’
Recently he has started to feel a little sorry for me though because now as I start my line of questioning he says…
‘All of them, (weary sigh from his young lips) I played with all of my friends today!’
Oh it takes patience, lots and lots of patience to wait for him to slowly let me in on his day, asking few questions lest he clam up again….it’s too hard for me!
A friend of mine recently told me about the impressive, rolling, grandiose bow her little one showed her after the question, ‘Do you know how a king bows?’
She rather cleverly deduced that the nativity rehearsals had begun – (in November too, shame on them…and I love Christmas) She managed to probe a little further and discovered her bouncy four year old had been someone type cast as a cracker!!!! The parts involve lots and lots of lively, energetic jumping!
So back to my own secret squirrel, last week he told me,
‘All the girl’s were getting married and wearing dresses but he couldn’t get married because he is a boy (this might be a little like his dad too!)’
Aha! I thought nativity! Angel frocks! But apparently not - just some role play as the nursery nurse is getting married next year in a princess dress. (Not sure why he thinks boys don’t get married, or who Miss is marrying, but this is Chorlton….)
Don’t get me started on wanting to spy on the one year old at nursery….is it so wrong to want to web cam the daisy room?
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