Sports day last year was grim. Dd and I arrived. Ds cried because he had to stay with his class. Kept trying to escape. Race 1- ds sets off with massive grin and lolloping gait, everyone zoomed past him, he ran off the track crying. Race 2- I persuade ds to try again, egg and spoon. He is doing well, drops egg, loud melt down. Other parents staring, me burning up. By race 3 I had found his teacher and explained he would be spending the rest of the afternoon watching with me. Felt really self conscious as I was the only one whose dc wasn't coping.
So this year I think I will tell ds he looks a bit poorly and ditch the day and save us all the grief. Is that awful? Am I teaching him to skive stuff that is difficult? He's only 6 and won't realise why we aren't going to school.