Months of planning, years of budgeting, agonising about which school, trying to find that one, secret shop in the WHOLE world that sells knee-length grey school socks… yes, Flea has started big school.
When I picked her up this afternoon, I was keen to basically have my child validate my decisions by telling me what an amazing time she'd had.
"How did it go, did you have fun?" I asked.
A long pause. "Yes."
"Did you learn anything good? Do you feel smarter?"
Another long pause. "Yes."
"What was the best thing?"
She thinks for a moment. Then her whole face lights up and she shouts: "At lunch there was cake for pudding!"
It's not exactly what I was looking for, but at least she's had a good day – and to be fair, a day with cake is better than one without.
ps: I already know there was cake. Do you know how I know this? Because there is icing on the wretched bloody blazer.
