An Apology...

No, I am not apologising for sound like Whingy McWhinge here yesterday.

It's my bloggy and I'll cry if I want to.

(And the universe already punished me with a very sick little Miss who had to be held ALL night long - so there.)

Anyway, I would like to make an apology.

Ahem.

I sincerely apologise to the parents of every child that I have ever taught.

And that's quite a few.

For every time you heard

 "but Miss C says that we're not supposed to"

or

"Miss C said that it works the other way"

or

"Miss C says that's not very healthy"

or

 "Mrs B told us that they have to stay like this"

or

 "Mrs B doesn't want us to do it that way"

or

 "Mrs B says that you're supposed to read it with me"....

You get the idea.

I'm delighted that Magoo loves his teachers.

I do too.

But after only 9 days in her presence, Magoo is choc-o-block full of

'The World According To Mrs S'!

Only a couple of weeks ago, he was telling me that I knew everything about the whole world

and that I was so cleverer because I have read so many books.

He earnestly subscribed to 'The World According To Mum'.

I fear a shift.

Mrs S and her 9 days are giving my 4 and a half years a bit of a nudge already.

So, I'm sorry parents.

If it's any consolation - what goes around is certainly coming around.

Shar :-)