Molly spots me across the playground and runs over.
I bend down to kiss her, then we get her bag, and walk out of nursery. Molly slips her hand into mine and I tell her we are going to pick her sister up, then Daddy, then go home for tea. The Wednesday schedule.
'I did cry for Daddy today' she tells me. 'Yes,' I nod, 'he said that you weren't having your nap when he picked Elsie up at lunchtime to take her to the Polish school. Did you not sleep at all today?'
'No' she says.
'But there was no need to cry. Daddy had to take Elsie to the Polish school and go back to work. You had to stay at school until I came to get you. It's always like that, but usually you are sleeping when Elsie leaves.'
'I know', she nods, happy now.
'Why didn't you sleep?'
'I wasn't behaving properly.'
'Really? Were you disturbing the others?'
'Did you scream and shout?' I try another guess.
'So what did you do?'
'I did put on my shoes and I did put on my coat and I went to play.'