Yesterday, when I dropped Lilly off at nursery, there was much excitement. Her nursery was celebrating its 2nd birthday. To mark this occasion, the local Local magazine was coming in to take photos of the children for their front page, and there was going to be a balloon release.
Naturally, I was very excited at the thought of my little girl being on the front of a magazine, especially as we missed out on this honour last year because we were at Center Parcs at the time of the photo.
But, the idea of a balloon release and a bunch of toddlers did concern me. As a friend of mine said when I told her: “What next? Give them all chinese burns?!” But never mind. Maybe it’d be ok.
Tony picks Lilly up from nursery and he hadn’t heard any news about how said balloon release went. So when I got home, I asked Lilly how it had gone:
Me – Did you have a balloon today in nursery, Lilly?
Lilly – Yes!
Me – What colour was it?
Lilly – Number three
Me – No, what colour was it?
Lilly – Number three!
Me – Don’t you mean number 2? (it was the nursery’s second birthday)
Lilly – No! Number three!
Me – Ok. What colour was the number 3?
Lilly – Pink
Me – Oh, lovely. And did you let it go into the sky?
Lilly – Sky.
I checked with nursery this morning for more detail. They said Lilly cried and cried when the balloon went into the sky, in fact they said they had never seen her so upset.
I look forward to seeing the photos….