Came back home after driving R's boy to his tennis class and was greeted with news that the Police was here during my absence. Shucks, I'm not living in Germany with nosy neighbours, how did they know that I've left the kids home alone?
Eldest Son apparently had a chicken and duck conversation with them and what he figured out was that they wanted to know if Baby Girl would be going to Elementary School in September. You see, she's definitely of the age to attend Primary One! It (still) breaks my heart to know that she would still be in Pre-School come September...
Anyway, since the boy didn't listen to me and change out of his school uniform, he was able to point to his school shirt and tell them that they are all attending the ISM in Montale. I wonder if they would be satisfied with the answer.
And I also wonder if I shouldn't have done something about the letter inviting me to register Baby Girl for Primary One. I still have it somewhere but it must be covered with drawings of butterflies and flowers since I last saw it with Baby Girl aka Budding Artist.
(PS : The cartoon policeman looked quite like my ski instructor hee hee)