I had to have a quick chat with Bert’s teacher this morning so we left the school a little after the bell rang. There were a couple of late comers hurrying up the path and as we were walking down the main steps a young boy started his way up. He looked up, smiled and said “Hello Albert’s Dad.” before running off to class. As far as I know I’ve never seen him before, even the twins (who seem to know everyone in Prep) didn’t know who he was. Made me smile.
I do reading in Elizabeth’s prep classroom every Thursday and to half the class, I’m Kathy; the other half STILL calls me “Elizabeth’s Mum!” And Alia, my 8 year old, was highly amused to be hailed as “Elizabeth’s SISTAAAAAA!” by preps yelling across the playground.