A phrase that used to send me into bouts of depression whenever I used to see those big posters of kids in uniform clutching handfulls of coloured pencils hanging from the ceiling of British Home Stores, the whole concept of "Back to School" has proved to be an entirely different experience for Jack.
He started Foundation 1 (effectively nursery still, but nevertheless based at Dubai British School and requiring him to wear a uniform) on Tuesday and he loves it. He went to bed last night saying "But I just can't wait for school Daddy - I want to go now!". I'm sure it won't last.
Earlier in the day I asked him what he had done at school during the day - a random selection of stories, play-doh, outside play and painting it seems, but "tomorrow Daddy, I've got a French lesson". As it turns out, Thursday's is French, Mondays and Tuesdays is PE, and on Sunday he starts Arabic.
That's two foreign languages then. At the age of 3!
However, embracing the idea of having him learn some foreign languages, last night Michele and I taught him how to say "Hello" and "thank you" in French.
And just before bed, when Michele asked him for a big hug and a kiss, his little inquisitive mind asked "Mummy - how do French people kiss?"
We'll leave that lesson for another day I think.
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