Today I kept anxiously reminding David that he's going to the local petting zoo / farm with his whole year (75 kids between the age of 4-5yrs) and sleeping there for 2 (!!) nights. I kept bringing it up and showing him the bag with all the carefully marked clothes and a mini bag for each day to make sure he understood what was going to actually happen.
We're a wierd trilingual bunch, so his delay in communication always makes me over compensate in my explanations. I roll my eyes at myself when I catch myself repeating the same thing in three languages in an effort to assure myself that the message gets through. That, coupled with the fact that he randomly 'tunes out' like my Dad makes me unsure of what he really understands.
In the middle of dinner I brought it all up for the 4th time by asking if he wants me to be there when the bus comes to wave him off (NB the farm is down the road), he took my hand, looked me in the eye and said "Don't worry mom, I'll be back home soon", then he turned away and carried on eating.
I guess he's ok with it then.
