“So how was school today?”

“It was OK.”

“Just OK? What did you learn about?”

“Oh, you know – stuff. Can I have a chocolate when we get home?”

“Maybe after you’ve had something healthy to eat. So what new words did you learn today?”

“Hmmmm I can’t remember.”

“Did your teacher read you a book?”

“No.”

“So what happened? You can’t have spent 6 hours away from me and have nothing to tell me.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mummy. I played outside with T**** and H**** and I ate most of my lunch.”

Everyday it’s the same. He leaves me and on his return the last thing he wants to do is talk about his day. I on the other hand am itching to know what occupies his time, what he talked about, who he spoke to, what activities the class did.

Did he get into trouble today?

Did he finish his cutting and pasting?

Was anybody mean to him in the playground?
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Did he miss me?

See: Sunday Scribblings

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