Yesterday I took Felix to daycare.
As we were walking to the bus stop Felix picked a flower, as he usually does.
When we got to daycare his classmates were sitting down to eat morning tea. I whispered to Felix “go give the flower to your teacher” and he ran over to the table.
But by the time he got there his teacher had ducked back into the kitchen.
So Felix stood there, flower in hand, and scanned the faces of his classmates, all turned towards him with looks of expectation.
He turned a little to the brunette on his left, then reconsidered, turned back and handed it to the girl on his right; a little cherub faced girl with bouncy blonde ringlets.
The brunette was just a little disappointed.
Just turned 2 and already breaking hearts.