I started nursery school this week, and it’s been ‘roligt’. The first three days were ‘roligt’, because Mum came along. I’d been at home with Dad for a long time (something called a ‘year’), so it was nice to spend so much time with Mum, just like the good old days.
Mum was also very pleased, not only because she was with me, but because she got to see what nursery school was all about (maybe she’ll get to go to her own one day), and was really impressed by the tranquility and harmony (eight words a day I can learn: read it and weep!) of the place.
I’ve already learnt to put back things I’ve used, and going to the toilet is dead easy. I’ve also made a few friends, and found a camerade in a girl called Alice.
On the fourth day (Friday) Mum left me to go to work, so I could do lots of things I’m not supposed to, though this is a secret best kept to myself. He he!
So, that’s nursey school over with. I don’t see what all the fuss was about, myself. I just wonder what new, exciting thing I’ll be doing with Mum next week. Maybe this thing Mum and Dad call ‘work’.
Roligt!