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.
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"
"Miss C said that it works the other way"
"Miss C says that's not very healthy"
"Mrs B told us that they have to stay like this"
"Mrs B doesn't want us to do it that way"
"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.