*Guest post from Foong’s Big Boss who orders her around and tells her what to do all the time*
Hello everyone. My mommy is taking a break so I am here to tell you all about what it is like being a three-year-old.
My mommy and daddy recently put me in a new place they call ‘skool’. I don’t know what it is but it looks like a fun place because it has a playground with slides outside. The first day there was okay. I get to take out the toys and play with all the other strange people and two aunties. My mommy say the aunties are my ‘picher’ and the others my size are my ‘frens’. My mommy and daddy stayed with me and I don’t mind being there.
I don’t know what are pichers but those strangers are not my frens. I have only one fren and she is at Aunty’s house where I spent most of my time when mommy and daddy has to work. I hate going to Aunty’s house because it is so boring there. She is very strict and nobody talks to me except for my fren. Mommy said I don’t have to go to Aunty’s house anymore and that I will be going to skool.
So, mommy said I will like ‘skool’ because there will be more frens there. But I don’t like it on the second day when mommy left me there alone. They are strangers, not frens. The pichers are nice but they are also strangers. I want my mommy!
But then the pichers gave me more toys to play with and I forgot all about wanting to go home. ‘Skool’ isn’t all bad. Mommy even let me play in the playground when she comes after my afternoon nap and biscuits. And she is right. Those strangers are my frens. They play with me all day. And the pichers even let me read books and draw on books. I like books. Especially the colourful ones with nice pictures. And I like to draw too. Mommy always say my drawings are nice. She always let me draw on her books in her bag.
What I don like about skool is when the picher make me play some weird games she called ‘spots’. She wants me to hold some round hoop and walk. I think that’s silly. Then she wants me to put a ball on a tin and walk around with it. That is also silly. Balls are for throwing and kicking. Not placing on some tin. When mommy took me to the ‘fil’ and left me there with the picher and my frens, I cried because I think it is silly to be in a big green ‘fil’ and not being allowed to run. Instead, the picher wants us to take the round hoop and walk and then do the ball on tin thing. Which I refused to do. I still think it is silly.
My mommy always take me for walks and when there’s a big green ‘fil’ we run around freely. She let me collect leaves and sticks to play with. There are no silly hoops or ball on tin thing. If we bring a ball, she will let me throw it around or kick it. Not place it on a tin to walk around with it.
Then mommy told me on ‘Satday’ she will take me to watch my other frens do the hoop thing and ball on tin thing in the big green fil for spots day. There were a lot of people and a lot of noise. I don know what’s happening and I still think my frens are so silly to do all those things and I am glad I am not with them because they had to sit under the hot sun. My mommy and I watched from a nice cool place. But I got bored after awhile and wanted to go home.
Mommy was also bored. I can tell. So, we left. Then mommy took me to yuth park which is very nice. Much nicer than spots day. There were slides and swings and I can run around freely without needing to do silly stuffs. It is also cooler with lots of big giant trees. I also get to take off my shoes and walk on the stony pointy path which I like because it is fun. But mommy doesn’t want to walk on it so she walked on the side and watched me.
Now, I am glad I don’t have to go to Aunty’s place anymore. Skool is nice. I can play toys there and I get to draw. I also have frens there now. But I hope they can stop all the singing. It gets so boring when they kept singing about some guy called Jeesas and I don’t even know who Jeesas is.
My skool is nicer than anyone else’s skool. I like going to my skool.
The kids’ kindergarten
Strange eyes and faces
Out from the warm home
Be lazy but not in this garden
The fear to the unknown
The comfort of homes
The tantrums parents running
In this kindergarten saving faces
Solemnly quiet playing toys
Every one robot on the assembly line
Opening pages singing hymns
About names and places so blurry
The young child thinks of mommy warm
Bossing her gaining sweet attention
In this garden of singing
Toys and books and hoola hoops
Mommy isn’t around
So can play
A child cries
Wetting his pant
The pincher women
Telling him to say the word
Every one quiet
Counting the long hours to go
Across the hall
Parents wait patiently
Now time to go home