“YOU LEFT ME DADDY!”
Not the response I expected after his first full morning at nursery, but understandable all the same.
“Why did you leave me?”
A small crowd of toddlers gathered, eager to hear my justification as if I were the spokesman for parents everywhere.
“Because this is your lovely new nursery.”
It sounded like the pre-prepared statement it indeed was.
“I don’t love nursery!”
There was as collective intake of breath. A few of the activists took a step back allowing the militant wing of this Toddler Trade Union to step forward, Duplo missiles in hand.
I won’t lie, it was tense. There I stood, in the middle of the playground, bereft of any meaningful support. I turned to Luca. The turncoat had only gone and switched allegiance and was now at the back of the baying crowd, muttering unhelpful grunts in support of his new found brotherhood. Clearly an incitement to riot if ever there was one.
Enter Sam, Union Spokesman, Teacher, and chief negotiator.
“We’ve had fun Sonny haven’t we?”
The mob dispersed back to the sandpit. Sonny gave him a high-five, gave me a look that said ‘this isn’t over old man’, and cockily strode to the door saluting his comrades en-route.
“So what did you do today?” I asked in the car.
“What did you have for lunch?”
“Ham and dry bread.”
“Did you make some new friends?”
“Stop talking Daddy, I’m trying to listen to the radio!”
The radio wasn’t on.
His ‘day report’ told me he’d eaten a cheese, ham, and caramelised onion Ciabatta pizza.
He’d made ice-cream, played in the sandpit, read books, drawn pictures, made friends, and quite clearly had lots of fun.
This morning I suggested we could go to the Dinosaur Museum.
“Are you sure we’re going to the museum?”
His suspicions were warranted. In order to persuade him to leave the house for Nursery I’d maybe suggested we were going to the park. In my defence we did indeed go to the park that afternoon, but I suppose the lesson in all of this is that honesty truly is the best policy. A lesson I hope the nursery will teach him as quite clearly I’m too much of a coward to hold such virtues.
For the record, we are off to the museum today.
It’s nursery again tomorrow but sshhh, he doesnt need to know this for at least 24 hours.