On our walk to school yesterday A asked me what “posh” meant. It’s a word that isn’t as commonly used in the U.S. as it is here. I explained it to her and asked why. She said that her friend that she walks home with told her that the kids from the other school antagonize them because they think they go to a posh school.
Today was a half day of school so A went to hang out with her buddies on the High Street, taking the tube for one stop without H or me (sniff, our baby is growing up!). What’s funny is that my work phone just rang and H had accidentally texted me a message to my work number instead of my cell phone and here text messages actually get read to you on the land line. His message, complete with robotic British accent was, “A is home. No police escort”. I laughed out loud.
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So glad that the bobbies didn't have to be called in. I was just going through some baby pictures of A. It's hard to believe that our baby is growing up.
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