When your child goes to Nursery School you can expect many joyous things to come home with them.
Noodles started Nursery in January. Thus far we’ve had:
– Head lice;
– Plastic bags containing soggy trousers (not because of a toilet accident, but because he tipped his drink down himself);
– More head lice;
– Letters to Nursery events that you can guarantee clash with work;
– Library books that instantly get lost amongst the ephemera of family life;
– A letter requesting a meeting with his key worker to discuss how he’s not settling in;
– Various coughs and colds;
– A home visit from the health visitor to discuss why being a toddler boy doesn’t match the developmental expectations of the child development experts (because he’d rather count numbers and do his own thing rather than sit and draw when instructed);
I believe some kids come home with pictures and drawings that they’ve not been been press-ganged into doing.
We’ve not had a bumped head letter or worms yet though, to be fair, so we’re still to complete the full house of Nursery School Bingo. It’s only a matter of time though, I’m sure.
Ah, the joys of mixing with other kids! And the education system. Or not mixing with them, in Noodles’ case, although he must have some contact with the other kids to be able to pick up all the viruses and bugs.
As I said, ‘joyous!’