Lil H hasn’t ever really asked me for money. Sure he’s asked me for toys or a go on a bouncy castle or some coin hungry machine ride at the supermarket. But at 4.5years old carrying cash hasn’t really been a requirement so far. Last week he told me he needed to take a pound to school. I checked the newsletters and could see why. I couldn’t quite grasp what he was telling me it involved fighting and losing legs. Being the eternal maternal worrier the word “bullying” popped into my head. I really need to have a word with my extreme dramatisation of situations. The real reason Lil H wanted his pound was to do with fighting it was to buy a poppy for remembrance. He’s such a kind little guy who has gone to school wearing his poppy with pride which makes me so proud.