if you go down to the woods today...make sure you wear your sports uniform

Austin had a Teddy Bears Picnic at school on Tuesday, it's something they do every year for the Kindergarten's and causes much excitement. They each take a plate of food to share, a blanket and their favourite teddy and go across the road to the park for a few hours of teddy fun and games.

After Austin's birthday and party I was a little jaded, so I was just going to send him with a box of tiny teddys but at the last minute I decided I couldn't do that so I rushed off to the shops at 7pm the night before to buy the milky way bars, smarties and chocolate to make these cute little teddy cars I'd googled. They were easy to make but took way longer than I thought they would because I had to keep re-melting the chocolate as I could only make 6 before it went hard   (I had to make 24). It was another late night for me...

...but it was worth it to see his face the next morning when he spotted them, is there anyone who loves sweet stuff more than my boy???

I put this note in so I can remember this story in my old age but the note says they must wear their school uniform. Now Austin has sport on a Tuesday which means sports uniform which I thought would be fine, but Austin was adamant that "Mrs Parker told us Mum" that they must wear their proper uniform. He wasn't to be convinced otherwise and in the end who am I to argue with Mrs Parker??? I was going to bring the sports uniform just in case but in the last minute rush out the door (ok trying to get him to pose for the above photo) I left it behind.

So as we are walking into school we pass one of his classmates wearing sports uniform and I can feel Austin stiffen slightly, and as we get closer to his classroom and we see more of his friends all wearing sports uniform he becomes more anxious until he eventually comes to a complete stop and bursts into tears. My poor little rule-abiding boy, he can't handle the thought of doing the wrong thing, having the wrong thing or being in the wrong uniform. I tried to calm him down and tell him I'd go home and bring his sports uniform back but he wasn't having that, by this stage the bell had gone and his teacher came over to see what was wrong. I told her and asked if I could take him home and get him changed which she agreed with straight away - I'm sure the last thing she wanted to deal with was a hysterical child.  

So we went home, got him changed and dropped him back at school - and all was right in Austin's world again...