A Vet

Amelie at 4 and a half knows what she wants to do. Yes! You may have guessed by the heading, if not, oh well you may need to take another IQ Test. Just saying...

Yes, Mimi wants to be a Vet! I have no idea why as she annoys our poor Maximus to the Max! Maybe that is the way? As you have to really punish an animal to appreciate what he really feels and understands. Yet I doubt it.

Well, to be a vet she will need after year 12... grades of 98.2. Yet for medical science a grade of 95.45.. what the? Also she needs to study and pass English, Maths, Biology, Chemistry and Physics.

Ummmm do animals speak English? Or know Maths? Oh well she will need to work out the mass of the animal in proportion to the drug you pump or water you will wash them in, I suppose. Biology is a given (hopefully all sorts of animals), Chemistry, no clue there. And Physics woo hoo, good luck there ... my baby vet girl! I will be of no use.

But why a vet? Well she justs loves animals, yes she does. Take Maximus... Please... anyone?

Anyone?

Not only does her brain need to be switched on to be a vet, but the selection process also checks if she has full use of her hands and fingers, are able to stand for lengthy periods, have high observation skills and an eye for detail.

Other requirements are being interested in animals, their health and wellbeing, being a good organiser and being able to talk to people. And lastly....Five years study.

After 13 years of school... another 5 years? Oh bugger me....

Anyway she looks the part, methinks.

Go for it I say.

Heartbeat

Open Wide

It's All good

Things are Getting Toxic

MAXIMUS! You Stinky Dog!

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I don't like school

The day had arrived where my young academic was attending her first day of three year old kindy. Everything was at it should be. Bags packed, lunch prepared, water bottle and uniform shirt purchased.

Once there.... All children and parents were given name tags (great) as I surely wanted to make idle chatter and find new friends (not). The good thing about this however, was now I was able to tell off any other kid by their correct title.

Ok, so with name badge on both our persons (mine upside down) we headed into our first activity of the longest two hours of my life. This activity was quite straightforward. All children sit on the mat and listen to a story then sing a song and have a little dance, parents join in too. Not so difficult.

Except my 'rebel without any reason' (so I thought) had taken exception to this and decided to stand, arms folded staring straight at the teacher!

Teacher, "Sit down Amili, emily, Am...ly, Emma?!"

Not a movement.

Teacher, "The parents of Emily, Am...el, Emilia?... this girl. Can you get her to sit down or take her off the mat."

Being the brave type I am, I nudged or should I say thrust my now embarrassed partner to deal with it as I quickly pocketed my name tag.

After this incident of defiance things were quite normal with paintings, cuttings, gluing and lego. Playtime was as I thought it would be like, with the boys running around pushing any unexpected child of mine over. Children playing in the sandpit tossing sand into my child's face.  More boys pushing my child down the slide as she was obviously taking too long. That last one did make her cry.

"Are you ok?", I ask.
"That boy hurt my feelings." I hear through the sobbing.
"That's ok, he has to deal with his stupidity for the rest of his life."

When it came time for the class to finish I was absolutely exhausted. Yet I did have to ask Amelie in front of the teacher as we were leaving as to what was the cause for her insurrection earlier? I was then told that all she wanted was a hug from the teacher.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because the teacher gave that boy a hug. You know the one who was having tantrums."

You think being in some ways human she would of made an effort and just given a small hug or even a pat. But no. Just an,"ok."

Nice one you rigid governessy! You 'aint no Mary Poppins. Have a Heart!

And yes I'll see you next week.

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I'm Ready!

"Amelie?"
"Yes Papa."
"Time to go to bed, it's dark outside and you have to go to school tomorrow".

Actually it's not really a school more of a playgroup. But my girl took it to be the real deal. She went into her room and grabbed her Elmo backpack that's been lying around unused for a very long time.  Then my eager Scholar proceeded to pack her bag with the essentials.

And... She's off!

Small Teddy... CHECK, a Dora play mobile phone (I guess for an emergency)... CHECK, her water bottle... CHECK and a pair of shoes...CHECK. Once that was completed she headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"
"Going to school."
"No, it's tomorrow, you need to sleep now and when you wake up I'll take you to school."

All good then as she heads for bed. I place her in and she closes her eyes. I've left the bedroom for about 2 minutes when I'm summoned.

"Papa!."
I rush in. "What is it."
"I've finished my sleep, I'm ready to go to school.......I'm awake now."

I hope my undergraduate is still this enthusiastic to attend a real school in the not too distant future.

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