Rachel started primary School this week. The sight of her in her ‘big girls’ uniform, walking into the classroom for the first time almost reduced me to tears. Worse was Jakes reaction to the situation, he wouldn’t talk to me the whole way home and spent the  rest of the morning asking “Can we go get Rachel now?”

Typical of Rachel, she settled brilliantly and her only problem with the whole primary school thing is that her teacher asked her not to count in spanish.

i should explain that Gerard took a few spanish conversation classes last year, and ever since has been introducing the odd word and phrase to the children. With the help of her dad and of course Dora The Explorer, Rachel can count to ten, as well as add and subtract in Spanish.

On her first day her teacher must have been trying to gauge her capabilties and was asking her to count some objects. Rachel proceeded to do so in spanish and was most offended when her teacher asked her to do it again in English.

Other than that we have had no issues. Rachel seems to enjoy school, so much so that she declared today “I wish i could stay there forever and never go home.” It doesn’t say much for my parentig skills does it?