Today, as I walked across the courtyard at daycare to get Ella’s bag, I overheard some of the toddlers having a conversation about friends.
A (to L) – Are you my friend?
L – No, because I’m B’s friend.
A – I’m B’s friend too!
B – No you’re not!
A – Nobody is my friend! I have to have friends too!
So a bit later when I spotted A in the sandpit where I was waiting for Ella to finish making her birthday sandcake so we could go, I asked Ella if A was her friend. When she responded postively I asked her if she could go tell A she was her friend, because A was a bit sad.
So my little elf walks up to A, patiently waits till A has stopped talking loudly about someting else before she says softly but clearly, leaning towards A and tenderly touching her arm – “I am your friend, A”.
A – You are not my friend! D is my friend.
Ella – Mum! She says I’m not her friend!
Me – That’s ok sweetie, you have lots of other friends.
That is the first and the last time that I will get involved in preschool politics!