I must admit, settling The Boy into reception was harder than previously thought and for much different reasons than I was expecting. I was expecting tears. I was expecting reluctance. I was also expecting him to be tired and grumpy.. I'd started off this year steeling myself.
However, he flew into class without a moments thought for either the girls or I. He's, most importantly, enjoying the entire ordeal massively.
I'm so happy that what I was expecting didn't happen. But I didn't anticipate his reluctance to do anything but read...that's hard. Now I know how other people feel when I'm hooked on a book!
'Don't you want to put the book down and come for dinner..? No..? Please?'
