First, in my two year old class I was told my arm hair was beautiful and sparkling. Wow.
Then the six year old class decided I was probably twelve years old. Wow, and I was worried about sun damage!
Then I went to pick up Amy at kinder and she took her usual age and a half to dither through packing up the outside toys she was using, washing her hands and getting her bag and shoes.
Getting her bag and shoes from right inside the front door of the kindy can take three to four trips. You know, wander in, realise you still have a spade in your hand, wander out again to pack up spade, wander in again, forget what you were after and wander over to check out the bug case, pick up one shoe and drop it outside the door then wander off somewhere again.... Every freaking day.....
Anyway, while I was whiling away my time waiting for that whole production to play out a little boy in the 5yo class started chatting away.
Are you Amy's mum?
Amy and I played in the sandpit today!
Are you Japanese?
Nope. I'm Australian.
And as I walked away to chase Amy down he called out across the playground- loud enough for three teachers to turn around-
"You're pretty! You look like a celebrity!"
I really don't look like a sparkly armed, 12 year old celebrity but it's nice to be complimented sometimes, hey?