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Thursday, October 4, 2001
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Esme and Bradley's day at school. Bradley's OK at the child minders, the girls there think he's great and he gets lots of attention.
This was the first time that I dropped Esme off at the nursery. I didn't like it. Took her into the classroom, handed her over to one of the teachers with, "she siad something about wanting a poo," and left her to it. She looked a little confused, shy and worried? I've only picked her up before. She sees me, says, "my Daddy," as she runs over, almost bursting with tears and emotion.
Now that's nice, but leaving her is bad.
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