My daughter came home from her second day in reception yesterday. She'd loved Tuesday but didn't look as happy at pick up yesterday afternoon.
As we turned into our street, a little tear rolled down her cheek - she's tearful when she's tired so presumed that was the problem. By the time we reach our garden gate she's whimpering, and full blown sobbing by the time we're in and shoes off.
I try to talk to her. Her dad tries to talk to her. Her sister tries to talk to her. But nobody can work out what is the matter, and she says she just wants to be left alone. We leave her to lay on the sofa cuddled up to the dog whilst watching TV.
I can hear her talking to the dog, so I listen in. I catch the end of the conversation... "I caught Toby*, a boy, I caught it from a boy!"
I bemused what she could have caught from him, but she grunts when I enter the room.
Later on at tea, she hiccups and starts crying again. We ask her what is wrong and this time she eventually tells us "I caught hiccups from Toby at school. He was hiccuping yesterday and now I've had hiccups all day, and it's all Toby's fault!"
Ah, to be 4 1/2 again and your biggest worry is catching hiccups from a BOY!
*Not his real name!