So. A funny thing happens when I am a rostered helper at Callum’s kindergarten.

The kids FLOCK to me. They surround me and look up at me with their big wishful eyes. They go, “Karen’s here! Karen! It’s Callum’s mum, Karen!”

So cute.

I thought this was the usual reception for all mum-helpers at the kindy!

Until I recently discovered that the kids think I’m KAREN FROM PLAY SCHOOL. Playschool! The most popular, longest-running, most outstanding, and just the best children’s TV show in Australia!

Well, that Karen sings. She wears bright orange tops with green jeans. She does the wiggly jiggly spaghetti dance. She makes rockets out of milk bottles and paints purple stars with her toes. SHE’S SO COOL.

Me. I’m not that cool.