I gently wiped the Nutella from Lexi's face.
"Remember, you don't get a second chance to give a good
I looked down at the blank expression on my four year old
daughters face. Why had I told her that? It meant nothing to a four year old.
I'd clearly been on too many customer care courses, the mantras of how to be
liked coming back far too easily. Four
year olds need honesty and to be told that it's all going to be okay.
"Be nice to people, and kind to other children who are
playing on their own, let them join in. It's going to be fun at school, this is
the start of a big adventure."
Okay that bit was a lie.
To me school had not been an adventure,
more of an endurance. And the first
impressions thing? At my first day of senior school I had gone to school with
my naturally very curly hair slightly longer than it should have been and was
called 'poodle' for the next six years.
First impressions matter.
With the Nutell…