Boy Lacer went on his nursery trip yesterday to The Wetlands Centre, I went on the trip to, as a helper. It was Boy Lacer’s first ever school trip and my first ever trip as a helper (*of course I went on school trips as a kid).
We’ve been to The Wetlands Centre before, which was ok (but didn’t give me the urge to rush back, I’m not a great bird spotter), but at least this time it was easier to get to, as obviously the school bus went straight there, unlike public transport. School buses though, not designed to fit in adults legs are they?
Boy Lacer was a very good boy for most of the trip (he did threaten a spot of a melt down when it seemed even to me that we were taking ages to find somewhere to have lunch). They had provided us with a wheelchair, which was handy as the site’s quite big and after we’d made it to the playground Boy Lacer was getting quite tired.
It was sweet seeing Boy Lacer play with the other kids, showing how much easier it is for asd kids to integrate when they’re young. He’s quite good friends with a little girl S and they ran round quite a bit and he got in the middle of some great big recreation of the ZingZillas.
I don’t know who was more tired, me or Boy Lacer, when we got home. I had to go out again that night, back to school for the Reception induction evening. I got to get a look around Boy Lacer’s new classroom and meet his new teacher and spend an awful lot of money on school uniform.
