Am I bovvered?

Joseph's graduation (or as he insists on calling it, his "gradulation"), went off smoothly yesterday afternoon. By smoothly, I mean he couldn't really have cared any less about the whole thing!

To be fair he - and his friends - looked very tired and they hadn't been given any tea. Tired and hungry is not a great combination for young children.

Come to think of it, it's not a great combination for adult males in their late 30's either!

Anyhow, he waited patiently for his name to be called and duly went up to collect his certificate. He stood there, looking bashful but beautiful in his graduation gown and mortar board which the staff had made for them all, while his key worker read out a (very) short summary of what J contributed to the nursery. It included the following line;

"It is always a pleasure to see Joseph come through the nursery door in the morning, with a big smile and a bag of fruit to share with all his friends".

I think that sums him up rather nicely.

When all the children then burst into the song that he'd been practising all week at home, he looked bored, like he didn't want to be there.

Bless him! He actually doesn't like the spotlight being on him and I can't hold that against him.

I'm not too keen on it myself!

Enjoy your last couple of weeks at nursery Poops. Things are about to change big time!