I must confess I was very concerned when R came back from nursery a couple of weeks ago professing to having, "A secret."
She went on to tell us that she saw two men fighting by a building.
"One man hit the other man and it was on the other side of the street by a window and it's a secret and I mustn't say anything because it's my secret."
P and I looked at each other aghast. After R was in bed, we tried to unpick the 'secret', but we were puzzled. Had someone been taking R to see some bare knuckle fighting? Had there been an altercation in the street when she was in nursery? Or at the nursery itself? Maybe they are secretly hothousing the children into martial arts? Creating a gang of tiny Ninja assassins disguised as toddlers...
Well, today the mystery was solved. The secret bit was just R trying to grasp the concept of a secret after a reference in a children's book. Obviously she's as crap as her dad at keeping secrets, because she insisted on telling us repeatedly that she had a secret and then what the secret was.
And the men fighting? A picture of some boxing on the window of the bookies we go past on the way to the nursery.
I shudder to think what 'secrets' she's been blurting out at nursery. No doubt Social Services will be kicking our door down any time soon.
She went on to tell us that she saw two men fighting by a building.
"One man hit the other man and it was on the other side of the street by a window and it's a secret and I mustn't say anything because it's my secret."
P and I looked at each other aghast. After R was in bed, we tried to unpick the 'secret', but we were puzzled. Had someone been taking R to see some bare knuckle fighting? Had there been an altercation in the street when she was in nursery? Or at the nursery itself? Maybe they are secretly hothousing the children into martial arts? Creating a gang of tiny Ninja assassins disguised as toddlers...
Well, today the mystery was solved. The secret bit was just R trying to grasp the concept of a secret after a reference in a children's book. Obviously she's as crap as her dad at keeping secrets, because she insisted on telling us repeatedly that she had a secret and then what the secret was.
And the men fighting? A picture of some boxing on the window of the bookies we go past on the way to the nursery.
I shudder to think what 'secrets' she's been blurting out at nursery. No doubt Social Services will be kicking our door down any time soon.
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