Fat Chops and Monkey Boy go to playschool.

There were no tears.  It was quite the opposite.  They got out of the car and walked to the playschool chanting “Gynnis, Glynnis” (the name of their teacher).   I like to think that it’s because they are well adjusted boys that were brought up in a loving environment but it might have something to do with the fact that we regularly leave them with anyone who will take them off our hands for a couple of hours.

Once they got inside the door, they vanished from Hannah’s side and went to play with the other kids.  The school sent out a letter with advice for the parents on how to reduce the potential trauma of leaving your children in a strange place.  One of the tips was to make sure that you said goodbye before they left and reassured them that you would be back to collect them soon.  With this in mind, Hannah went searching for them in the melee.  Again there were no tears, no worrying.  Fat Chops response can be roughly paraphrased as “whatever!” and Monkey Boys’ was something along the lines of “you interrupted my game for THIS???”

I think their childminder took it the hardest.  Hannah took a couple of days off to bring them so the childminder was at a loose end.  She was so curious to see how they got on that she arrived at finishing time to say hello.  I think it shows how lucky we are to have someone who is genuinely interested in our children and not someone who is just doing it purely for the money.  If anyone ever asks what our child minder is like, the best way that I can describe it is that our boys have three grannies.