Today Elf went to his new school for a practice run. There he was, dressed in his party shirt and vest and smart shorts. What a big boy he is, off to school.
A few tears at drop-off with Daddy, but a happy boy came out to meet me at pick-up time before lunch. He was in his vest as he'd taken his shirt off (how embarrassed was I, they must have thought he'd worn a vest instead of a t-shirt!). Armed with his bag and a drawing, he ran to me and told me he'd been fine. He'd cuddled a boy called J who was now his friend. He waved to S on the way out and all seemed fine.
We know the headmistress Miss P, and she called around this evening to see how Elf had got on. Fine we said. She said she'd seen him sitting nicely playing with cars, ahh how sweet. Then Elf came to the door to see her, and as is normal for playtime before bed, he was dressed only in his pants. (Is this a boy thing?) Guess what he did? He pulled down his pants and showed his headmistress his willy. We tried not to laugh, but struggled. It's a good job she knows us well!