Charlotte was sent home from nursery the other day with her "Learning Journal," a genuinely priceless written and pictorial record of her development and achievements since day one at Busy Bees. It's a great credit to the girls and (one) boy (he's called Paul) who have put it together.
But there is one line in there which, with the utmost respect, seems just a tad difficult to believe.
Whilst she is learning lots of new words (and is therefore able to make her ever-increasing list of demands much easier to understand), she can't yet string them together.
In fact, "all gone" are the only two words she has ever said consecutively, to either Vanessa or me, in a single burst.
It was therefore with an element of surprise/scepticism that we read the following entry in her journal.
"Charlotte is playing. She walks to a member of staff and says: 'Where the ball gone?'"
So, according to nursery, not only can she construct an entire sentence in question form, but she apparently delivers it in fluent Jamaican.
Still, I won't worry. About a thing. Because every little thing is going to be all right.
I'm now off for a morning donut. Wi' jam in.
