An awful thing happened to Little Owl this week. I was changing Finch’s nappy in the lounge and she came running in to help. In her enthusiastic eagerness she didn’t look where she was stepping and put her foot right in the middle of the dirty nappy I’d just taken off him. She had tights on so didn’t register what had happened at first but when she did she was utterly horrified. She alternated between loud wailing, shouts of “that’s disgusting”, and silent but melodramatically violent retching. Poor Little Owl. She’s been a little more reticent about helping since then.
It’s been an eventful week in the life of Little Owl because she also had her first visit to her new school. She just went for an hour to meet the teachers and be introduced to her year 6 buddy. Finch and I dropped her off at the school reception. She merrily joined the line of children following the head teacher down a brightly decorated corridor while I turned away with a little sad feeling in the pit of my tummy. Obviously she will love being at school and she can’t stop talking about how much she wants to learn to read but I’m going to miss her terribly.
