Each time I’ve picked him up the keyworker has let me spy on him to see he’s laughing and happy and running around with his new friends. So the emotional penny has dropped with me and I know he’s having a good time when he’s not feeling overwhelmed. The staff make a huge fuss over what he’s been doing that day and he loves showing what he’s done. I am the proud owner of his first ever nursery picture which he has shown to anyone that’s walked through our front door and face timed anyone else that hasn’t made it to our house this week.
And the stories about his day are always amusing. Most make no sense or stop halfway if he gets distracted by something shiny, but they are very nice to listen to. A few stories revolved around his new friend Walter last week. How they played on the slide, sang songs and drew pictures. Ahh he has a friend.
Except, when I asked the keyworker who Walter was she looked at me blankly and told me there was no Walter.
Could he have made it up? Did he actually have no friends yet? Oh no!
Then another keyworker pointed out it wasn’t a Walter he was playing with. It was a little girl called Winter. Phew. He has a friend!
Despite several attempts to correct him, he’s still insisting on calling his new friend Walter. Ah well.