T’was a morning like no other when at twenty five past six,
A little girl peered sheepishly across her Weetabix.
She paused for just a moment as she thought of what to say,
Then whispered “I don’t want to go to nursery today”.
Which came as a surprise as she had so far loved to go?
Had somebody upset the girl? Mum asked,
But she said “No”.
“I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time!” the hopeful mum replied.
The little girl looked back down to her Weetabix and sighed.
“I think I might be poorwy now”. She hesitantly said.
“I think I might take teddy and we might just go to bed”.
The Mummy checked her temperature, but all was fine and cool.
Perhaps The Mummy’s baby girl mistook her for a fool?
And sensing just the same, The Mummy moved on to suggest,
The tried and tested remedy of “Oh dear. Let’s get dressed”.
And ever so reluctantly the little girl obeyed,
Whilst frequently objecting in the hope Mum might be swayed.
But Mum pushed on regardless with a forced but cheerful grin,
This was no time for weakness! She would not be giving in!
She rounded up her offspring and they marched towards the door.
But sensing her defeat the girl collapsed upon the floor.
Bringing out the big guns she adopted “Screeching Plank”.
Observing which, with shoes in hand, The Mum visibly sank.
She tried a dose of tough love… “There’s no time for this today!”
“You can just stay there then, Mummy’s going anyway!”
The Mummy marched outside and left the girl still on the floor,
(Pretending that she’d left but with one ear pressed to the door).
The protests of the girl ascended now to dizzy scales.
Her frantic screeching now was only audible to whales.
Their slightly judgey neighbour eyed the scene with nosy pride.
And so The Mum submitted as she scuttled back inside.
And scooping up her girl she softly soothed: “I understand”.
But still the tot protested “I DON’T WIKE IT UNDYSTAND!!”
And nothing could console her from apparent misery?
This little girl had no intent to go to nursery.
The Mummy knew her girl and had experienced her whims,
The car seat would not happen with so many flailing limbs!
The Mummy phoned the Daddy seeking answers to her riddle?
How to make a planking tot more bendy in the middle?
This fit, so out of character, was not like her at all?
She could be really sick? They’d have to make a judgement call.
The parents of the little girl considered it all out,
And “Just this once” their tot received the benefit of doubt.
And instantly she calmed to know that she had been reprieved.
With remnants of sobs she shuffled back upstairs relieved.
Seemingly exhausted she resigned herself to bed.
With kisses from The Mummy and a snuggle from her Ted.
The Mum was now convinced. The girl was poorly after all!
She tiptoed back downstairs and gave the nursery a call.
But then, just minutes later Little Girl appeared to say:
“Can we get my toys out mum? I think I’d like to play!”
The Mummy frowned and stated “No – As poorly girls and boys,
Are meant to rest and sleep it off, not tear about with toys!”
The Mummy and The Girl regard each other silently.
The mother contemplating what her daughter’s words might be.
Surely she could not have been outwitted by a child?
Was it even possible to be quite so beguiled?
Had it all just been a trick to suck The Mummy in…?
….”Think I feeling better now!”
The girl said with a grin.
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