Chicken pox

I was sent home from nursery the other day. They rang for D to collect me. I’m not sure what I had done. I hadn’t been very naughty. I had knocked Ben over but it was an accident. Both times. Ben is very small. Everyone knocks Ben over. The nursery would be empty if you got sent home for knocking Ben over.

When D arrived one of the helpers chatted to him. I heard her say I’d been spotted. I must have been spotted pushing Ben. D didn’t seem too annoyed.

When I arrived home M was waiting. I thought I was in big trouble but M wasn’t annoyed either. She did take all my clothes off and had a good look at me. There were some spots. They must have come from my spotted top. She looked at my hands. I was worried there might be marks from my Ben pushing. But there was nothing to see.

M told D that the Chicken pox had arrived. I haven’t seen it. But I was out when the postman called.

I have been banned from nursery. I have to stay at home.

I don’t have many visitors. Little J was going to come for a barbeque but he didn’t come. He’ll have been very hungry. We ate his sausages.

I can’t find the chicken pox. I have looked in all the rooms. I asked the chickens about it. They seemed coy but said nothing. The quails couldn't help either.

I spend my time drawing. I’m a pen pusher now. Not a Ben pusher.

M says I’m back at nursery tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it. There’s still no sign of the chicken pox. I’ll ask Ben if he knows about it. If he doesn't, I'll give him a little push just to jog his memory.