Before I had kids I always said I never minded what I had, but I would be especially happy if I had a real, proper naughty mischevious little boy. Sometimes it's really not good to wish for these things. Today, on only his second day at Foundation Stage, Andy and I were greeted with a chuckling teacher explaining to us that Sam had attempted to escape.
It transpires he was outside in the play area, which is right next to the main school field and playground. It is fenced off with an approximatey 6 feet high chain link fence, with gaps in the wires just big enough for four year old little feet. Seeing his older sister Eleanor on the other side on the field, and no doubt, knowing Eleanor, she probaby added a bit of encouragement, he proceeded to stack the milk crates to make a handy set of steps so he could bunk one over the top and head off into the main school playground to join her playtime. It seems the grass was greener.....until he was noticed by the teacher. When asked what he was doing he tried to justify his actions by explaining 'I was only popping my head over the top'.
He thinks it's hilarious. I hope they check for tunnels tomorrow.