Or so we thought until she turned up on the door stop 30 minutes later.
She was quite distraught so the first thing I did was look for bear marks, bee stings, skinned knees from falling off the curb she likes to walk down, monkey bites et etc.
Stopped freaking out enough to ask why she was home again. (horribly quick change from worried mum to scolding mum there...)
After a deep breath and a cuddle we tried again:
"Because (little girl from up the road she walks with) said she didn't want to walk with me."
Little girl up the road is very quiet. Very quiet. And rather passive. And not very expressive. If she half smiles I take it that she's thrilled. I really couldn't imagine her saying anything like that.
Cynical me, I had to ask:
"What did you say before she said that?"
"I was just talking and asking her what her class is doing and what homework she had and what she's going to do on her birthday and...."
"And she said she didn't want to walk with you?"
"She said I was too noisy. She told me to be quiet and I was just talking."
I remembered something else about little H. Her mum says she has trouble waking up in the morning. I know that feeling. And then a mere half hour later she gets hit by the full onslaught of bouncy, happy, morning already everyone! Meg and it's not even 7:00 in the morning.... While comforting her with another cuddle K and I exchanged looks. Yup, little H. The barrage of chatter can indeed be a bit hard to take. Especially before your first coffee. And little H is probably about 10 years off her first coffee....
So we drove her to school this morning (she'd done the 1km mountain road up and down already and was understandably a little weary from that and the trauma of being told she's noisy) and I have promised to see if one of the other kids in this area will walk with Meg and H tomorrow. Diluting Meg's effect and leaving little H to her thoughts.
And hopefully they will all make it to school before they get home again.