DS went to a French speaking kindergarten in Belgium at the age of three and never batted an eyelid. He loved it and seemed to understand everything that was said to him, as did the other English children who also went. When DD was taken to playschool at around the same age she was distraught and so was I. It was not just a case of “she’s ok when your back is turned”. She wasn’t, and eventually I took her out. She later went to school without any difficulty. Oddly enough, she had the same problem with her son, but whereas I pulled her, she did not with him and he settled down eventually but it seemed to take ages. But I used to take him when she was working and it broke my heart all over again to leave him there in distress. I would sit in the car with tears in my eyes.
How can I deal with this rude guy?
Good Morning Thursday 14th May 2026
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