i foolishly agreed to make 80 cookies for my son's preschool end of term easter event. it was a crazy week and the cookies were a very last-minute affair. however they tasted great and looked sweet.
Little Mr Z finds it hard to understand the boundaries with preschool teachers and often asks if we can invite them to our house or go to their houses. one day he insisted on sitting outside the preschool until they left so that he could watch them leave. as we sat on the grass waiting i kept trying to think of convincing reasons that we should leave and go home because i was dreading feeling embarrassed as we stared at the teachers walking down the road or getting in to their cars and driving away. none of my reasons felt convincing and Mr Z was insistent so we waited. eventually they appeared - i put my head down and desperately rustled around in my bag trying to find some remnants of food to feed the kids to pretend we just happened to be having a snack break. Mr Z got his glimpse into the private lives of his teachers and walked home happy and curious about their varying modes of transport.