minder
Yesterday I spent the day as a Gruffalo minder. By the fourth stop on the agenda I could get J into or out of the costume in 4 minutes flat - phew.
Five years old seems to be the perfect age to be visited by a Gruffalo. If you're three, you'll likely either be rigid with terror and/or screaming hysterically, or hanging onto the Gruffalo's feet and/or screaming hysterically. If you're six, you can see the zip.
Wickham Market library was particularly good - the best library user of the day was the large black and white cat, who, having sussed the automatic doors and perched on a chair, stared intelligently at a computer screen, then slowly reached out a paw and pressed the print button (no, ok I made the last bit up).
Five years old seems to be the perfect age to be visited by a Gruffalo. If you're three, you'll likely either be rigid with terror and/or screaming hysterically, or hanging onto the Gruffalo's feet and/or screaming hysterically. If you're six, you can see the zip.
Wickham Market library was particularly good - the best library user of the day was the large black and white cat, who, having sussed the automatic doors and perched on a chair, stared intelligently at a computer screen, then slowly reached out a paw and pressed the print button (no, ok I made the last bit up).