This evening, I had a call from Tricia, Beth's Sun Sch teacher. She and her husband Russell have invited us over for an Australia Day barbie at their place tomorrow.
When Beth heard me mention Tricia, she said shyly, "Mummy, I want to talk to Tricia."
After Tricia and I had finished speaking about dietary restrictions and the timing for tomorrow's lunch, I passed the phone to Beth. Here's what I could hear of Beth's end of the conversation.
"Hi Tricia," she said into the receiver. [One thing we're having to get used to is hearing the young 'uns address their seniors on first name basis.]
"Fine, thank you."
"Maybe she cries when she's wet, or dirty, or hungry."
At this point, I left the room with Jordanne, who was having the hiccups.
When I returned, the conversation was over. Beth told me Tricia would be watching out for us in her garden and that we could call her if we got lost.
I am amazed that Beth can converse so confidently and in such an adult-like manner with someone she has only known for 2 months. I've not known her to have such an easy rapport with any adult. Tricia's skills with children are such a blessing.