Sam is doing half day sessions at the camp at his school this week. I signed him up so that he could be with children and potentially meet some of the kids who might be in his class this coming year. He went reluctantly, but all in all, transitioned fairly well at drop off.
He was telling me about his day at lunch yesterday, and I was trying to discern if he was playing with anyone new, or just the same friend. "This one guy pushed me outside."
"Oh, he did?"
"Yes."
"Did you push him?"
"No, Mum. He camed over and pushed," he got up from his chair to demonstrate, "just like this." Arms outstretched he showed me. "And then," dramatic pause, "I thought he was going to huff, and puff, and blow me right down!"
I'm trying not to laugh, "but he didn't?"
"No." he shook his head, "he didn't."
"Well maybe play with someone different tomorrow." I suggested.
"Yes," Sam agreed. "He's very young, he doesn't know better."
(All the children in the room are 3, I didn't point this out).
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