End of an era

I've become quite used to the kindy routine these last six months.

Twice a week, since I was just a week old, we've been making the trip to drop Noah off and then pick him up again.

Twice a week, I've smiled adoring smiles at Noah's kindy ladies and giggled as the little Possum children tickled my toes.

Twice a week, I've put up with very enthusiastic farewells from Noah, who won't let us leave until he's given me a big, squeezy hug and a wet, sloppy kiss.

But now our kindy adventure has come to an end.

Because next year, Noah will be a big pre-prep boy.

Mum was sad to say goodbye to Noah's kindy. But she's glad that in a year's time, it will become my kindy too.