Pré-maternelle

Yup, Soph started pre-school this week. And mother of all surprises, it has gone brilliantly. No screaming fits at getting up early, or getting dressed or missing her morning cartoons. No throwing wobblers at all. She has her brekkie, get dressed, dons her rucksack and is raring to go. I had anticipated so many problems but she's taken to it like a German to beer.



Speaking of Germans, this just reinforces my belief that Soph is German to the core. Ve vill not have ze fun now...nein danke, ve must study ze punctuality! Structure Madame! Bitte, more structure!

There is a lot to get used to. Older kids in the before class daycare, older kids on the playground. Yesterday at the play structure an older boy grabbed her precious doll - Katie - and started hammering its chest with his fists screaming CPR! CPR!. She nearly had a fucking heart attack.

Then there were the kids on the wobbly bridge. Soph does not like the wobbly bridge. She has only recently started crossing it on her own. So when a bunch of children were jumping on it like monkeys on a trampoline she went ballistic and screamed at them all to stop! When they did not comply she bellowed 'I SAID STOP IT NOW! NOW! ACHTUNG! And lo and behold the little monkeys looked terrified and complied. Who's mommy's little soldier...


Paul mentioned she shed a few tears this morning at drop off. I'm guessing Soph is actually realising this is what the next 18 years are going to be like.


But she's already picking up the odd French word here and there. We were talking to a neighbour down the street yesterday and when we said goodbye Soph gleefully shouted out an Au Revoir! No matter it came out like oaravoir, she's still the cutest Del Boy on the block.


This is us heading off to her first morning. Don't mind that I've got bird shit or some such all over my arse.



In her class! Amelie was dying to get down and go for a looksee. I had a raging hangover which will partly explain the hideous look on my face.