Harry, Hermoine and the Little Black Bugs

The school decided to have a Harry Potter themed day in honour of Book Week with games of quidditch, prizes of every flavour beans and the chance to dress up as your favourite character. So with excited children and plenty of notice about impending costumes, I stuck the note on the fridge and promptly forgot about it.

I woke up at 7am Wednesday morning to screams of “YAY its Harry Potter Day!!!” and remembered that little note handed to me a few weeks back, cursed my disorganisation, asked the children what characters they wanted to be and we promptly set about making do.

 Buzz decided he should be Harry- Harry in the holidays wearing jeans & a T shirt that is, with scar done in finger paint (yes I am the only person on the planet who has no lipstick in the house) we added the old lens-less glasses from his magic kit and presto!

Gucci wanted to be Drako Malfoy, well in all honesty, he just wanted to wear his hair spiked up – so he became Drako – also in the holidays with jeans and a T Shirt and spiked up hair.

Then came Felix, who had his little heart set on being Dumbledore. After many failed attempts we stuck paper rolled into a cone shape on top of his school hat which is conveniently blue, and got an old dressing gown as a robe and ripped the stars off some old tinsel and stuck them on with masking tape and added green pipe cleaner glasses. We grabbed sticks for wands on the way out the door.

Worst costumes EVER.

We missed the bus and arrived at school late, I surveyed the sea of Harry’s as we rushed through the gates, with their store bought ‘Quidditch’ robes and waving fancy wands about. The girls were dressed mostly as Hermoine or other witches with big hats and black gowns, they looked fantastic. My kids did not.

We were ushered to our seats to watch the fashion parade and book week awards ceremony and as I took my place next to my friend I glanced down at the little girl of about 3 sitting in front of me, she had gorgeous long blonde hair tied up with pretty pink bows. How cute, I thought and then suddenly I noticed something moving...



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Now I am fully aware that nits are a part of school life we will all probably encounter at some time or other but you could see every stage of the nit life cycle partying around her little head, they had obviously been there a Really. Long. Time. It was disgusting.

So I spent the awards ceremony leaning my head back a little bit, trying to watch the children and not to look at the bug parade in front of me. Eventually it ended and the parents were then coaxed into the library and the children begged us to part with our hard earned cash in exchange for some over-priced books and erasers in the shape of puppy dogs.

The children got their books and went back to class and I headed off home for a coffee, broke with a psychosomatically itchy head.  

For Love Or Money



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Gucci has always been the outgoing sort and a bit of a ‘ladies’ man.  He has one of those smiles and I think he has had a little girlfriend at all times since he started kindy.

When we moved to the country, within two days of starting his new school he had proclaimed his undying love for a girl one year older and two head heights above him, we will call her Ashley. She was a nice girl, smart as a whip and very polite with lovely parents. She proclaimed her love back.

They stayed ‘together’ for 6 months which is not a bad effort for a 7 year old really – until Gucci casually told me over dinner one night that he had ‘dumped’ her because she was rude to him at the bubblers.

Well.

Now Buzz on the other hand is more quiet around the girls, he had a little 8yr old style crush on a girl in his class for months but he never really spoke to her. Let’s call her Sally. Now Sally is a tiny little thing with a whole lot of attitude – she listens to Keisha songs on her iPod, watches twilight, is rude and doesn’t take crap from anyone. To be honest I’m not a big fan, even less so since her older brother has taken to bullying Buzz at school.

So when Gucci announced at the dinner table he was now ‘dating’ Sally I was surprised to say the least and after one look at the devastation on Buzz’s face, I got a little bit cranky. Short of saying  how mean that was and I don’t approve anyway, I told him in no uncertain terms he is too young to worry about girlfriends.

So when Buzz came home from school the next day with a smug expression and said he was now ‘going out’ with Ashley I had no choice but to question his motives, now I know there are only 36 odd students in the entire school and the majority are boys so there are ‘slim pickings’ so to speak but I couldn't shake the feeling he was just doing it to get back at Gucci.

So being the good mother that I am, I sat him down and asked him why he had chosen Ashley. He replied to me with a smile, “Well she is always really nice to me, we can talk for ages and not get board, she’s funny...” he paused for a moment in thought,  I was feeling terrible for doubting him and brimming with pride, until he added at the last minute, “Oh and she’s rich. Her family are loaded Mum!”

Just like that, my pride vanished with a puff of smoke and The Husband who had been listening in, snorted coffee out of his nose.

Whats the go with these 'tweens'anyway? When exactly did 7 & 8 year olds start wanting to 'date'? When I was that age I steered well clear of the opposite sex just incase I came into contact with 'boys germs' and came down with a case of cooties.

 I guess it goes to show how much times have changed and how kids are really feeling the pressure to grow up fast. I hope over time, children re-learn to appreciate their youth and have fun just being kids. 

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