I have been walking with DD to the bus pick up point for school since term began. I regularly ask if she wants me to stop as no other parents do it but no, she like me there, I'm funny she says. (I am a bit funny....)
Today she informs me that this is my last week. She doesn't tell me why only that no, no one has been nasty to her.
I've had a ska/reggae weekend and I've got the Liquidator in my head possibly because it was used on an advert which was the last thing I heard before I went to bed last night. I moved my head in that *I'm listening to music you can't hear* way and she hissed, don't you dare dance Mum... Ahhhh! Maybe I inadvertently moved in an inappropriate way for a middle aged parent one morning... Oh dear, I'm so ashamed.
The tortoises belong to a a little playmate of her's. Our scary neighbour's daughter.