Argh – Grumpy Pants, Monkey Boy and Godzilla all had “school” starting at 9am.
And they all wanted me to be the one to take them.
Grumpy was easy – “You. Hop on train” as he grumbled out the door (no lunch made for him, either) to his first day at “school”, where he’s learning to become a teacher. Of sorts.
I had successfully secured a lift to school for Monkey Boy. Easy fixed (and yes, he got his lunch).
Then Godzilla and I toddled off to his first day at kinder.
My baby. At kinder. It was a bit of a teary moment.
(again, that relief ….)
He attempted the “If I don’t kiss her and say goodbye then she can’t leave” trick.
But you can’t fool me that easily.
Did the pickups for both, swimming lessons and home to cook dinner whilst I awaited Grumpy Pants’ return to find out how his day went.
(OK I lie, we got takeaway!)
It was nice to hear he had settled in well, although it was a little daunting for him. But he did establish himself quite well.
As the class smartarse. Before lunch.
During a discussion about disabilities