So. Does this tiny person enjoy nursery? You bet she does. She gets to play with sooooo many toys, even though occasionally she has to fight some other tiny people for them. Not an issue with the balls though, enough for everyone!
And then, she gets visits from mummy, who comes running at 10am, and again at 1pm, and brings some yummy milk, and soooooo many cuddles.
And then, oh, there's soooo much to learn! Like how to
bite a bottle. Or how to eat. Or how to sit up without falling over too much. Or how to play with the zip-up animals. Or... or... well, plenty other stuff too, like doing artwork! And making cards for mummy and daddy on
every possible occasion!
One thing left to learn, though, is that when mummy comes, and looks through the window to find her little love, and then disappears again, it doesn't mean she's disappeared! She's only gone to the door as she can't come in through the window. Poor Tara, bless her! She always laughs at me through the window, pulls a face when I step back, and by the time I've made it through the door she's crying crying crying for mummy!
So. Does this tiny person enjoy nursery? You bet she does. She gets to play with sooooo many toys, even though occasionally she has to fight some other tiny people for them. Not an issue with the balls though, enough for everyone!
And then, she gets visits from mummy, who comes running at 10am, and again at 1pm, and brings some yummy milk, and soooooo many cuddles.
And then, oh, there's soooo much to learn! Like how to bite a bottle. Or how to eat. Or how to sit up without falling over too much. Or how to play with the zip-up animals. Or... or... well, plenty other stuff too, like doing artwork! And making cards for mummy and daddy on every possible occasion!
One thing left to learn, though, is that when mummy comes, and looks through the window to find her little love, and then disappears again, it doesn't mean she's disappeared! She's only gone to the door as she can't come in through the window. Poor Tara, bless her! She always laughs at me through the window, pulls a face when I step back, and by the time I've made it through the door she's crying crying crying for mummy!
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