Our last week had a loooong weekend as we went off to Ammu’s place (remember Nandy calls my mother Ammu?) on Wednesday, thus skipping school on Thursday and Friday as well. Hmm.. “school” is just a daycare with a study, a classroom, a dining room, bed room, a garden, and a toy room, but to Nandy, it is nothing less than a school!
So on Monday, day 6 of bunking, I knew it was going to be difficult to put her there. Our car had been away for servicing and all three of us went by pappa dear’s boo-ki-ki (that’s the word in her vocabulary for a bike). The heavy traffic, the rains, and thoughts of attending a meeting on a project already on fire, he got quite frustrated by the time he reached the day care.
He dumped Nandy there, and didn’t heed her an ear for re-assurance that we would pick her back. Before she could react and open her mouth to cry, he started the bike and we rushed to office.
When I went to pick her up, she cried of course. Her ma’am told me that this had been the best day so far with her trying to play and interact with other kids there, and not fuss over food. She in fact peeled and had her banana on her own, and when her hands became messy, she went and wiped her hands in her friend’s dress! LOL! But, now I know that Nandy is OK with school and looked forward to the next day…finally!
