The past five days have been rough around here - C, my almost-three-year-old, has been extremely ill with a gastric upset that saw us in hospital briefly on Sunday. Thankfully she is now recovering, and today was bright enough to even get to our playgroup Christmas break-up for a while (we arrived late and left early, but she enjoyed the bubbles, the carols, the crafts, and Santa's visit, and even ate half a frankfurt and a piece of fairy bread, a major excitement for me as she's eaten effectively nothing since Saturday).
One pleasure amidst the worry and nursing has been introduced by the older girls bringing home their art, maths and essay books from school. It's been really enjoyable looking through their work for the year and noting the progression in all areas.
A, my 8 year old, fished out one of her essays (well, they call them "persuasive texts" these days) and handed it to me.
"This is for you, Mum," she said seriously. "So that you'll be persuaded."
The piece is entitled Should I Have a Pet Goldfish? and it goes a little something like this:
Impressed as I am with the maturity and rationality of her argument, the answer is still no right at the moment (in fact, her dad pulled the ol' parent trick of "when you can show us that you can keep your desk clean, THEN maybe we'll consider buying you Yet Another Object to put on it.")
Still, 10/10 for effort, I reckon.
Reading, Watching Listening – 8th Mar 2014
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