Anyhoo, at 4:30pm I dropped Allie off at the music room of Walter's building, while the teachers were screaming at me not to come in. We had to wait for half an hour before being allowed in. The first out were little 'hippos' playing drums. Very cute, but no Allie... they went back and out came a bunch of penguins and what looked like chicks.
We stood at the back and Toby asked to be picked up. He kept asking "Where's Allie?" I would say "He's coming out soon". Toby got impatient and started shouting "Alleeeee" very loudly. Then who should start waving at us but Allie the chick! Actually, he was "un petit canard" or a duckling.
He and his friends did a lovely little dance and sing along.
Allie was the cutest canard of all :)
After the performance, we all repaired to the creche (just up the street) for "repas canadien". When I saw this on the invitation I didn't pay much attention. I just saw 'repas' and thought "great. They're feeding us too." Lucky for me, one of the teachers had explained that we would be bringing a dish to share, as a repas canadien is (Swiss) French for a Potluck meal!!!! What did Canada do to earn that? We met other parents and got to watch Allie with his friends. One strange thing was seeing some of the teachers smoking! Poor Allie's used to it now. When we first arrived, he would ask (whenever he saw someone smoking): What is that person doing? Why are they doing that? I'm trying to work out why the Swiss now have the second longest, average longevity in the world....
Vero, her Belle Mere (mother in law) Evelyn, baby Alec, julia and the boys.
Julia always wants to hold Allie's hand and play with him. Toby always wants to hold Julia's hand and hang out with her. Is this a taste of the turbulent teenage years?
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