Her teachers opened procedings by assuring me that on the mornings when I pry her off me and leave her wailing in the classroom, the yells have stopped before I'm down the corridor and I'm not to worry at all. Which was nice.
I countered by explaining that those are the mornings when she hasn't had much sleep. I explained how bad a sleeper she is (though of course I've noted this on those days too when handing her over) and how she's often wide awake for an hour or so in the night, and how I have to go to her and try to help her get back to sleep.
Which left the field open wide for them to tell me what I should do about that. Silly me for mentioning it. They advised not going. I chuckled. (Maybe it was more of a snort.) Or at least a Supernanny-style putting-back-to-bed with no cuddles, over and over, until it sticks, they said.
I nodded and smiled and didn't say "Well, I'd prefer to go to my child when she wakes and calls for me, because she might actually need me. She might be sick, or have had a nightmare, and I don't want her to think that she's all alone and banned from my company just because it's dark outside." I only thought of that afterwards.
"No cuddles," repeated her teacher. Of course, I hadn't mentioned the booboos component of the putting back to sleep. No need to confuse matters. Oh, fine, okay, so I'm a little embarrassed and don't want to tell her teachers we're still nursing at night. If they think I'm a soft touch to be cuddling with her every night, can you imagine what they'd say when I mentioned that she still partakes of the nectar too? Besides, it's none of their business. But I was conscious of being a bad extended-lactivist.
I nodded and smiled some more, and we talked about Mabel's "academic" progress (she can cut with scissors!) and social progress (needs encouragement to clean up; needs to work on peaceful conflict resolution, yada yada, four-year-old-cakes), and I took my leave.
It was only later on last night that I realised that Ms S's references to "cuddles" were code for booboo. Because of course, she's talked to Mabel about this, and Mabel has no self-censoring device, and Ms S. is no idiot, and hadn't she just told me that you can have a good, sensible conversation with Mabel? (Not like me, then.)
She should have winked and cocked her head a lot more obviously if she wanted me to understand that she meant "No more booboo." I'm sleep deprived, so I'm a bit slow on the uptake.