Every year about this time, the kids in our school get to have 'Moving Up Day' where they spend the day with the teacher they will have next session, in the new classroom.

No1Child went up to P6 for the day. He was totally impressed by being in the 'big' classroom. Apparently they have a Wii although I have yet to determine the educational benefits there. His summing up was 'totally cool' but I don't really know why it qualified as such. He's the sort who replies "Nothing" when asked what he was doing at school today.

No2Child was less happy. She is going to be in a composite class and although she will be a P3, she will be one of 6 children remaining in the class she had this year, with the same teacher. There will be 6 P3s and the rest will be P2s. Previously she was happy about this because she really likes her teacher, because this class has the Activity Area and because she will be one of the 'big ones' helping along the wee-er ones. Not so this evening. Apparently The Six were teased after school and told the new class was way better. I don't think this will last though - the novelty will wear off and things will settle down.

No3Child was very much less enamoured. She enjoyed being in the 'big class' but - stubborn as she is - she wanted it on her terms. Apparently today's catchphrase was "I don't want to". She wouldn't drink the juice they gave her. She wanted water. Bizarrely I was told that if she wanted water, then I was to send in a water bottle with her as they couldn't provide it otherwise. 8| She wouldn't eat the snack because she didn't like it. I'm not surprised - she is very particular about what she eats. She didn't want to do sports although they cajoled her into it in the end. Then when I went to pick her up, she couldn't get her outside shoes on again, and that was the last straw. Apparently now she doesn't want to be a big girl after all.

Ho hum. I guess no one said having kids was easy.