Nursery induction evening

It was the nursery induction evening tonight, so that’s the third year in a row I’ve been to a nursery and /or reception induction evening at the school. Of course the first two years were for Girl Lacer, my uber-confident eldest, but now it’s Boy Lacer and it’s a whole different kettle of fish. I had gone tonight expecting to be bored, to be honest the prime reason for going to these things beyond the first one, it’s as an easy opportunity to buy uniform (me, today at the uniform stall “Right, what’s your biggest size? I’ll have that,” and then getting shocked when the person I handed the cheque to, who I didn’t know from Adam, when writing down my address on the back of the cheque I had just given her, knew . . . exactly . . . where . . . I . . . lived, without me telling her, actually it’s not creepy, I love the sense of everyone knowing everyone round here). The first two years the speech from the headmistress was identical but this year there was a ’school DVD’ and call me daft and soppy but it actually brought a lump to my throat, it was just a collection of photos of kids from the school but every kid was happy, smiling and most importantly they looked comfortable to be there, it summed up the school so well.

Then on to a tour round the nursery, which wasn’t exactly new to me. I’ve been sort of waiting for ‘that talk’, the one about how they were going to deal with Boy Lacer and it hasn’t happened yet and it didn’t happen tonight. They will be doing a home visit, but only about a week before he starts. They have alot of information about him though and he’s already known within the school, I think they’re going to make their own mind up about him, which is fine by me.