Eddie has, outside of the house, been behaving as a model pre-schooler. (Notice the qualifying sub-clause there.) The nursery has been praising his helpfulness and there hasn't been a complaint for a while. He was the also the holder of the 'gymnastics teddybear' for two weeks for very good concentration in class.
And, with the retirement of Michael Flatley, our own little Lord of the Dance has been working hard at his Irish dancing, and will perform in the dance team as part of the May Day celebrations. I was breathing regular sighs of relief. He is five months from starting school and things are going well.
Except that yesterday he was in trouble again: For 'giving the finger' to a fellow dancer. He is four. And a bit.
Whilst the child inside me found this amusing, the parent and the teacher was disturbed. He can't have the faintest idea what it means, but he must know that it is frowned upon by adults and is choosing to do it anyway. We were kept behind at the end of the workshop.
Parents of naughty children feel the shame that the naughty child ought to feel.
Currently reading: Fire Colour One by Jenny Valentine