After a false start - due to a tummy bug the night before - my wild child, hurricane Chloe, started at primary school Tuesday. My non hair brushing, chicken chasing, naked loving, non sleeping, bubble blowing firstborn is absolutely loving school. She now talks of loving maths, wears her hair in plaits (after letting me brush it!), goes to bed with minimal arguments before 8:30pm.
Granted it is only the first week but so far so good and I'll take what I can get!