There's a teachers' strike in NSW today, which meant I have the sweet Lil-lil home with me today. She's extremely excited at having a day off school, she literally yelled it out when we dropped Goosey off to preschool.
When I asked her what she'd like to do, the decision was easy – lunch at the Japanese restaurant up the road.
As we walked up, we pondered all of life's mysteries that had been bothering her, including why the she had a day off. I explained that the teachers had a disagreement with the government about how the schools were run. She decided that the government was being mean. I explained that people had differing opinions and that it was important to voice your opinion and talk and come up with solutions. My explanations must have bored her because she popped out with : 'Some times I think my toys come to life.' Obviously time to change the subject or perhaps she was suggesting something?
We walked up our main drag and saw lots of friends from school. We sat and chatted and laughed.
It's rare to get time with the big girl, doing stuff, just us (oh and D in the stroller). So, thanks NSW Teachers Union and thanks Barry O'Farrell.