Starting school? It's a piece of (Jaffa) cake . . . .

Even I got a little homework this afternoon.......

Earlier this afternoon, a trip to school . . . .
It was our first classroom visit, a chance for The B to meet his teacher and to sample the learning environment that is soon to become so familiar.
Our childcare arrangements meant that The G got to come too . . . .
No bad thing this as, 12 months from now, it'll be her preparing to make the step up.
On this evidence, they'll both be fine.
Some obvious nerves at first - The B in particular, his trepidation clear - in the main due to the fact that he had no clue as to what might be expected of him.
That it turned out to be little more than playing and eating biscuits ensured that all anxieties soon disappeared.
The clincher, some familiar-looking wooden railway, a marble run and the chance to do a little water play. There were even Jaffa Cakes . . . .
Speaking to Dr Z on the telephone a little later he gave the experience a firm thumbs-up.
"It was BRILLIANT!" he told her.
I have to agree.
Indeed, given all that he's going to experience once September comes around, I have to admit that I'm starting to feel a little envious . . . .