Wednesday

Yesterday was the youngest last Wednesday off in that ridiculous starting-school schedule – thank god!

Her kinder friend’s mum rang and asked if she wanted to come over for a play date. It was extremely kind of her and she was also very flexible about what would suit me. So we arranged that I would drop ‘baby’ over to her house before my breakfast appointment and another friend would collect her late morning.

‘Are you sure that works? I’m happy to have her longer.’ So kind, yet so fraught with danger.I couldn’t risk it.

I recalled when her gorgeous poppet came for a play. It all started so well and ended up in a screaming tantrum (my baby, not hers) over the Snow White costume!  It took the special fairy costume to eventually calm the situation.

I’d love to say this was an isolated incident, but sadly, no. She begged me to ask the neighbouring five year old over for a play and then proceeded to ignore her. Needless to say after about 40 minutes, her friend wanted to go home. And frankly I didn’t blame her.

So as the youngest of four and great with grown ups, I tend to think she is quite well socialised, but every now and then her behaviour with kids her own age can only be described as appalling. So I thanked the kinder mother profusely and insisted she be collected as planned (before it all turned to custard). And thank goodness that hence forth, Wednesdays will be spent at school.