Today was the 1st day of Olive's formal education. Dressed in the required uniform, she scooted her way the half mile to the 150 year old flint building, Cheveley C of E (Church of England), for start of Reception. There, according to her, she played with black clay, purchased raisins for snack, ran on the big playground, and heard a story. Starting small by going just afternoons, but going 8:50 to 3:00 by months end. It has started.
Oh, and when she starts having lunch, she can't have any pudding unless she's eaten all her meat. No joke, they check to see if she's eaten properly, then she raises her hand to get the go-ahead for dessert. And I thought Pink Floyd just made that shit up.