Autism. A different school trauma
This morning the children were playing so happily that I let go of the time, and didn't start getting them out the door until just about 9.00, 10 minutes or so later than usual.
When Bright Eyes opened the front door, he heard the first bell ring, which means there's a teacher on duty and the children can play until 9.15.
"Quick, mum! I'm late!" he yelled at me. "I'm late for school! I don't want to be late. I want to go the earliest."
Of all the various school traumas he's had in the past year, this is the one I reckon I can live with!