The teacher from Lucky Wish Mouse Starting School, reading a story to her class.
This has been me many times lately, after a flurry of author school visits.
I always include a Q & A session, however tiny the Tinies, and I’m constantly amazed at the questions they come up with.
Recently, after introducing myself as an author, I was taken aback to see their faces fall – and was asked what it was like having no mum or dad (author being confused with orphan).
Another time someone asked me how long it takes to write a book. I said, ‘Good question! It takes etc etc…’, but because the others saw that I liked this question and they wanted to please me, the next person asked me how long it takes to write a book. I answered again. The next two questions were the same, until the teacher intervened in exasperation.
Then there are the questions that aren’t questions at all: ‘I have a cat called Otto,’ for instance. There was one very grave and intense chap who looked me in the eye and his question was: ‘WE ARE ALL MAMMALS.’ How could I possibly answer that? Apart from being careful to avoid saying ‘Good question!’
I ask questions too. I ask them what they would like to do when they’re grown up, and they say footballer, mummy, vet, nurse, banker (!), princess, explorer…
one very appealing small boy in glasses said, ‘I want to live with my best friend – AND IT’S THIS GUY!’ putting his arm around another boy in glasses next to him. All smiles, the other boy put up his hand and said, ‘I want to live with my best friend – AND IT’S THIS GUY!’ returning the hug. Nice.