Sleeping Beauty

Isabelle went to a birthday party last week after school on Thursday, had her face painted (like a cat I think) and came home to fall asleep on Daddy's shoulder. This was her last day of being 5 years old which she was quite happy about. Because she was bumped up in school to Year 1, she is the youngest one in her class and there are only two other kids even close to her age and they have already turned 6! The indignity of it all was more than she could bear! How dare the headmaster do that to her? She was refusing to go to school until she too turned 6 (fat chance of that happening). When I tried to comfort her by saying "Well, don't the kids in reception (i.e., kindergarden) kind of look baby-ish?" Her prompt response was, "No, they look like me." Ooops, strategic blunder on that one or fast thinking on her part or a little of both.

So, now she has turned 6 this weekend and is happy to be the "right" age as she tells it.