Another two show day today. Two of my wonderful regulars.
I got a bit of a surprise when I pulled up in front the first kindy though. The other side of the chain wire fence was a sandbagged army observation post with Diggers in full uniform and weapons at the ready. When I went inside the kindy, five of the children were dressed up in police uniforms and were playing at shooting me with finger guns.
They were a great bunch to perform to - lots of energy. I mentioned the army exercise to one of the staff afterwards and she said, "Yes five of the children's fathers are off to Iraq soon."
Why can't we struggle with stories instead of bombs and bullets?