A horrible situation arose at W's nursery the other week, for which I was utterly unprepared. When dropping him off as normal I was suddenly, unexpectedly cornered approached by one of the nursery assistants and asked... NA: So, how do you feel about his puddings? Me: Um, sorry, whose what? It was a fair question. He has been having his meals there once a week for a little while now but the subject just hadn't come up before. To be honest it hadn't really occurred to me because it is only recently that I have stopped sending home-made meals in for him to eat. NA: W's pudding. ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.