Baby Talk

Can confirm.

The moment Maddison met Camilla, her initial impression of just another rich girl who gets everything effortlessly with money shifted—first to that of a sweet girl exuding a maternal, protective air, and now to someone radiating absolute control. Maddison was taken by the hand and led to the bathroom. Maddison sat on that potty, and the sensation was incredibly strange; on one hand, there was the regular toilet—the one she *should* have been using—and on the other, the toddler potty she was actually on. If she looked down, she saw fuzzy pajama pants with a "Goodnites" print, creating a mental tug-of-war between childhood and adulthood. Yet, there was a silver lining for Maddison: she was in control of her own body. She was using the bathroom like a normal girl; she wasn't going to let anyone else control her. Meanwhile, Maddison’s mind was busy plotting her next move, Maddison say: "Yeep mommy end my potty time"

Ich habe mir jetzt ihre Geschichte komplett durch gelesen und ich möchte ihnen sehr gerne sagen daß ich sie einfach wunderbar finden.                                                                   Vielen vielen Dank für die tolle Geschichte. Herbert P.

That's a hundred percent correct. Plus she could flex her Nanny duties at least once when Franziska had a long weekend. Of course, this time it isn't consensual since Franziska's under house arrest.

Hope you enjoy.   Chapter 34.   The Music will always win out.   I awoke with a start as my bedside alarm went into action at it’s now preset daily time of 06:30.   I was laying on the top of my bed and was still in my clothes from yesterday which were now all creased and crumpled, but I felt fairly alert despite the fact that I’d only had about six hours sleep.   After the intense situations I’d had the previous day, things were starting to run through my head again, none more so than that kiss.   I got up, went into my bathroom and stripped off shoving everything in the washing basket, I then had the obligatory morning shit shave and shampoo and dried off while looking out across the lake from my window. There was a knock at the door.   “Are you up yet Daniel?” Came the call through the door from Jane.   “I’m up and dressing” I shouted.   “Do you mind if I come in for a minute” She whispered.   “I’m not dressed” I replied.   “I’m not bothered” she replied back. “I had three older brothers who used to think it was fun to parade around the house with nothing on, so you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen before”   I could feel her smiling from the other side of the door.   “Yes but you’ve definitely not seen mine before, so hang on a minute”   I grabbed a clean pair of boxers from the draw and a clean pair of shorts from another draw and slipped them both on and went to the door and opened it.   Jane had a slightly disappointed look on her face when she saw me.   “Can I come in?”   “Yes feel free”   She came in and closed the door behind her.   “Were not supposed to do this”   “Do what?”   “Be in each other’s rooms”   “I won’t tell if you won’t” I replied.   “You don’t know this place Daniel, there are cameras everywhere, nothing gets past those guys downstairs in security”   Why then was she taking such a risk I thought.   “I just wanted to explain about last night” she said.   “What’s to explain? I kissed you and you kissed me back”   “Yes but I feel that I’ve taken some sort of advantage of the situation”   “Not from me Jane, I fancied you like crazy from the first time I saw you, and I hope after last night you might now feel the same about me”   “Oh! I do, I do, I really really do. Come here”   We embraced and kissed passionately again, our hands touching and feeling each other everywhere. By the time we both came up for air we were deeply in love and near full sex.   “We need to stop. We’ve got work to do” She said”   “Come here” And I again pulled her to me, and we kissed again and she again responded.   She finally stopped and pulled away, I was disappointed and she knew it.   “Look we need to sort something out, but not here and not now, I need to get the nursery ready, and you need to prepare for your day as well”   “Ok, ok I know, but I want you so badly I can’t wait”   “Let’s talk later” she said very professionally, obviously now re-gaining at least some control.   “I want it as much as you. But we need to be careful, Mrs Thompson totally frowns on this sort of thing, so we need to be seen to be doing the right thing”   She hurried out of my room and disappeared up the corridor toward the staff room.   I was ready to commit myself to her there and then, and I was so Horney it hurt, but I had at least some control back and finished dressing, nearly forgetting my socks before I put on my trainers.   Badge, don’t forget your badge, I thought to myself. My mind was racing.   I pulled my dirty top out of the laundry basket and unpinned my name badge and re-pinned it to my clean one.   I turned to head for the door. Fob! don’t forget your fob, idiot! I went back to the basket and took my fob out of my dirty trousers. Now I was ready.   I made my way to the staff room and was greeted by a room full of people all chatting in little groups.   Tony came towards me with mugs in hand.   “You’re a strong black coffee with two sugars first thing right?”   “Yes thanks”   He handed me the mug.   “Good work with Timmy last night old son, Jane told me how you got on with him, well done!”   “Thanks, I’m enjoying my work here, it’s a little heartbreaking but somehow very satisfying”   “Look mate you’re a dab hand at it, it’s as if you’ve been doing it for years, keep it up. One thing though, watch how you go with Jane. Someone spotted the two of you last night and things were said, so be mindful of the rules, I don’t want to have to sack you, seeing as we’ve only just found you” he smiled.   “Come and meet Dennis, you’ll be working together today, he’s our resident Music teacher and you both have a class together this morning”   He walked me over to the other side of the room to introduce me.   I spotted Jane speaking to Mrs Thompson. She had a sorrowful and slightly apologetic face as Mrs Thompson was giving her what seemed to be a stern talking to. God I hope that’s not about us I thought.   Dennis was a really nice guy, about 50ish, dark hair with a long greying beard and quite short in stature. He reminded me of Roy Castle but with a beard.   “Dennis Daniel, Daniel Dennis”   We shook hands and Tony left us to it. He told me that he’d been with happy summers every summer for the last four years as the music teacher and that he helps out in the nursery’s and elsewhere when required.   He was talking and I was listening, but I was also watching the conversation between Jane and Mrs Thompson which had gotten to the telling off point.   I knew this because Jane had her head slightly bowed down and was doing slight nods as Mrs Thompson spoke. If she’d started to dig her toes into the floor and swing her foot then you would not mistake her for a toddler being told off.   “So, I understand you’re a bit of a guitar man Daniel”   “Errr yes, but I can play a few other instruments but not as well”   I watched Jane being dismissed by Mrs Thompson, she turned and walked away head still slightly bowed down, but she did have a little smile on her face.   “I can play quite a few myself” said Dennis.   “Play, play what? I stuttered, Oh instruments!” I replied. “Sorry my minds all awash this morning”   I saw Mrs Thompson scanning the room now and our eyes met. She beckoned me over with her finger.   “Sorry Dennis I need to go, I’ve been summoned”   “Good luck he said” with a smile.   It seemed as though I was being dragged across the floor toward her, hovering across the carpeted surface with no control over my actions.   “Good morning Daniel. I hear you’ve done some excellent work again, this time with young Timmy, well done”   “Thank you” I spluttered out, really expecting a dressing down rather than a complement.   “But!” She said. Oh my god here it comes, the sack.   “I frown on inter staff relationships at happy summers, you and Jane haven’t been very discrete young man, you were seen kissing, and I don’t mean just a peck on the cheek”   I was the one with head bowed down now, getting a dressing down.   “No sorry it won’t happen again”   “Are you sure! from what Jane tells me you’re both in love, is that correct?”   I looked at her with a shocked face, what had Jane told her?   “I’m, I’m” Stuttering to try to get some words out.   “Well?”   “Yes, I’m totally in love with Jane, and I think she loves me back” My heart was racing now, expecting some bad news.   I started looking at the floor again, this time it was me that looked like I wanted to grind my toes into the floor.   “Look Daniel, I know that it’s very hard for people of your age to control your emotions sometimes, but we totally discourage this sort of thing for a reason.   We don’t want the children, or you distracted from the work we do here, and seeing two love birds flaunting around the school stealing the odd kiss here and there and giving each other loving looks isn’t a good example to the children. The next thing you know the children will be doing the same thing.   This is one of the reasons we keep them in nappies. It’s harder for them to fraternize sexually if the access to the equipment is partially blocked.   Many of these children are fully active sexually, and we are trying to get them out of the habit.   But with you two going around like teenagers in love, will be showing the wrong thing to the children, so with that in mind, here’s a first and last warning.   I will have no objection to your relationship while you’re here, but you must conduct yourselves with total and utter discretion, no shenanigans while on duty and if you must, then everything you do will be behind your bedroom doors and nowhere else. Do you understand?”   “Yes Mrs Thompson. Sorry Mrs Thompson”   “Jane has been here a few years now and it’s the first time she’s become involved with anyone before, so when she says she’s in love, I think I can take it that that is the case. You have my blessing, but for god’s sake please be totally discrete”   “Yes Mrs Thompson, sorry again Mrs Thompson”   I turned and hot footed it back to where I’d left Dennis with my tail between my legs.   “I see you got a roasting from Mrs Thompson then”   I nodded.   “Look don’t worry, her bark is far worse than her bite, besides, because Jane’s her daughter, she’s only doing the motherly protection thing”   I looked at him in disbelief.   “You’re kidding”   “Didn’t you know.   “No! I bloody didn’t”   I looked in Jane’s direction, and she was already looking at me with a sheepish grin.   I mouthed, really!   She mouthed, talk later!   Mrs Thompson called the room to attention.   “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. It’s another day and I’m sure more challenges. Things are going to plan and many of the children are becoming accustomed to their situation and circumstances, and a few have already made great steps in letting go of their problems to you the staff.   Today is the first lake day of camp so extra attention by everyone please we don’t want any accidents out on the water.   Gillian will be running the lake as usual so she will make sure you all know what you’re doing if you’re working with her, before the children go out on the water.   Your daily assignments are on the list so make sure you know where your supposed to be, and let’s make it fun and safe for everyone shall we”   I looked over at the list. Music with Dennis for the morning, and on the lake with Gillian for the afternoon session after lunch.   The younger kids from Arundle were sailing in the morning session with Jane & Gillian.   Gillian came over and introduced herself to me.   “Hi Daniel, I’m Gillian nice to meet you”   We shook hands.   “I see you’ve been doing some great things already, you ready for some fun now though, yes?”   “Sure, but I’ve not done any sailing before though”   “Neither have most of these kids, but we have some extensive training on dry land before we go anywhere near the water, I’m sure you’ll be fine.   Your job is mainly un-dressing them and getting them ready for the water and keeping your eyes on them while they’re out there. There’s a little motorboat which you and Tony will be on to keep an eye on them. You ok with that?”   “Yes no problem, I’m looking forward to it”   “Right then ladies and gents, let’s start getting the children up and down for breakfast shall we” Announced Mrs Thompson.   With that a steady stream of bodies started to move towards the door. I tried to time my move to coincide with Jane, in an effort to meet at the doorway, but I failed miserably, and she was well in front of me by the time I got there. I tried to push my way through the small groups heading along the narrow corridor but it looked as though Jane was trying hard to keep well ahead of me.   I finally caught up with her at the bottom of the stairs as we reached the nursery corridor.   “That was a bit unfair, you could have warned me”   “What, about my mum? Didn’t see as it makes any difference. Let’s talk after the kids are in their cots tonight ok, we’ve a lot to talk about I think!”   She smiled, turned and walked into her nursery.   I was full of questions, but they’d obviously have to wait until later. I made my way into Pembrooke where the others had already started to lower the cot sides and let the kids out. I did a couple of cots near me and got Bruce and Elizabeth up and out.   “Morning guys, ready for your day?”   “Suppose so” Replied Elizabeth.   “Bruce, what about you?”   “I’ve shit myself so no”   “Pooed please, not the other word. Don’t worry you’ll get a change straight after breakfast. Just make sure you’ve got everything out before we come back up”   “Oh, that’s disgusting” said Elizabeth “Remind me not to sit next to you at the table”   “That goes for you too Mrs. Better to get it done before we come up for a change, then you know you’ll be ok for the remainder of the day. You guys need to get into a sort of morning and evening routine for pooping. Come on then, breakfast is waiting”   You could tell that Bruce was uncomfortable in his obviously full nappy as he was walking with a wide gate but not quite waddling along. He must have let a full load go earlier.   Breakfast was an interesting one, not so much because of the food, but because all the kids on all of the tables were actually communicating with each other in a friendly non shouting tone, they were having proper conversations that kids their age would usually be expected to have.   No arguments, shouting or swearing at each other, everything in a pleasant quiet tone.   I also noticed no smells wafting through the air other than the delicious smells of the food. The Nullo had obviously taken full effect in their systems, thank God!   With breakfast over, we led the kids back upstairs, again in a totally orderly fashion, they all filed into the games room and settled down to await their change and dressing.   I walked into the changing room and awaited the first of the kids to come through.   “Right guys, one on one today, you shouldn’t have any problems this morning, most if not all of them have become accustomed to what’s going on and just want to get out of their nighttime nappies and clothing” said Ann.   I took up a position next to Elizabeth and Bruce’s wardrobes and waited for one of them to come into the changing room.   Bruce came in first and made his way straight over to me.   Sam came in at the same time and headed to Tony.   Bruce hopped up on the changing table and sat up rather than lay down, I think that his poopy nappy had crept up his back and he didn’t want to lay in it.   “I take it that you finished your poo young man”   “Yep, managed to poop some more out at breakfast, it’s gone all up my back now, it’s disgusting!”   “Did you poo last night?”   “Nope”   “Then that’s why it’s gone everywhere this morning. Had you done one last night then these mornings wouldn’t have been so much. As I said earlier try to get into a routine and you’ll find it easier”   “Why don’t it stink though, I should smell bloody awful”   “Enough of that word as well please Bruce. As you were told yesterday, you’re being given a drug that’s in your food that stops your poop smelling. We wouldn’t want fifty odd kids walking around stinking the place out would we now?, could you imagine what it would smell like with fifty walking toilets”   “Phew! That would stink to high heaven” He replied.   I wasn’t looking forward to what I might find while changing him, but it had to be done.   “Sorry old son but you’ll need to lay down so I can get your sleeper off”   He reluctantly laid down and I quickly undid his leg buttons and removed his legs from the sleeper, he instinctively lifted his backside off the changing table so I could slide it over his nappy.   The contents of his nappy had been contained inside his plastic pants which was a blessing, I got him to sit up and took the sleeper off, rolled it up and placed it in the dirty clothing bin instead of the dirty nappy bin.   I pulled his plastic pants down over his nappy and noticed that only a small amount of the poo had escaped through the back of the terry cloth and smeared onto the plastic pants which I now also placed into the dirty nappy bin. I unpinned his nappy and peeled the front down and it landed on the changing table surface with a loud plop due to the wetness and the caked-on poo.   “Wow! sunshine you’ve done a real number in your nappy”   “Errrrrrr I think I know that thanks for highlighting it for me”   I grabbed a hand full of wipes and started to clean off the caked in mess around his penis, bum and balls. I think I must have used nearly half a pack of wipes before I finally got him cleaned up both front and rear. In hindsight it might have been quicker to rinse him down in the bath, but I got there eventually.   I picked up the dirty terry and rolled it into a bundle along with the wipes and dropped the load into the nappy bin with a thud as it hit the bottom of the bin. I grabbed a boy’s disposable off the trolley and slid it under his already lifted bum.   I applied some balmex cream to his bum and groin and he started to get a bit of a stiffy, so I quickly picked up the front of the nappy and taped it into place before he got too big. Next came his onesie, then his Shortall, followed by his socks then royal blue sandals.   “There all done, you feel better?”   “What in this get up, no, not really, but it is what it is isn’t it. If I need to be dressed this way then so be it. It’s more comfortable than the nighttime getup that’s for sure”   “Ok then off you go” With that he jumped down and headed toward the door to wait for the other kids to be finished. I must admit they all looked smart in their clothes with the boys dressed in their blue Shortall’s and the girls in their pink denim dresses.   Tony let them back through to the games room and called in the next group.   Elizabeth came over to her table and hopped on top. I noticed that Simon went to his table and with Tony.   “You ready to get out of that nappy young lady”   “You bet” she said.   “I’ve just done a doozey in it for you”   She smiled as if to say get on with that one fella. I smiled back.   “I bet you’ve not got anything close to the last one I just had from Bruce”   She gave me a disappointed face, obviously unimpressed that her full nappy wasn’t going to phase me as she had expected.   I removed her sleeper, unbuttoning the legs and slipping it up under her back. I got her to sit up and pulled it off over her head.   Elizabeth was a quite well-endowed young girl, and her breasts bounced a bit as the sleeper came off.   “Lay back for me sweetie”   Which she did. I pulled her plastic pants down to her ankles and slipped them over her feet. The pants were still fairly clean, so they went into the dirty laundry bin with the sleeper.   I undid the nappy pins and pulled the sodden terry down from her waste. She had in fact done a doozey but nowhere near as bad as Bruce’s. I wiped her with the wet nappy and cleared the poo from her vulva as best as I could, then pulled a few wipes from their packet and started to clean her up front to back, until I had everything clean as a whistle.   I folded the wipes and dirty nappy into a bundle and dropped it into the dirty nappy bucket to join Bruce’s one.   I pulled a pink girl disposable from the trolley and got her to lift while I positioned it under her. Next came the Balmex applied in and around her nether regions.   I was now actually finding fitting the nappies quite easy, so the phrase, “Practice makes perfect” is totally true.   With the nappy taped up and secure I picked up a onesie from her wardrobe and placed it over her head pulled it down and over her nappy and did it up between her legs. Next came her pink panties, closely followed by the pink denim dress. With her white socks and pink sandals now in place she was ready.   “How’s that comfy?”   “Yes thank you” She replied. And jumped down off the table.   “Oh, hang on a minute I need another poo”   And with that she bent forward slightly and let out a loud wet fart followed by a gush of fresh wee into her clean nappy. She watched my face as she was doing it and smiled a big, I bet that’s pissed you off smile, her way of trying to get back at me.   “Not a problem, hop back up and I’ll change you again”   She looked more than a little upset that I hadn’t bitten her head off and become angry.   She hopped back up onto the changing table and laid back down. I pulled her panties down to her ankles, undid her onesie and pushed it up under her, along with her dress.   I un-taped her disposable and pulled the front of the wet nappy down to reveal a small wet lump of poo.   “There we go only a little one sweetie, we’ll have you cleaned up and in a fresh nappy in no time”   The disappointment on her face was a classic and one I will never forget for  a long time.   Very quickly I had her cleaned up and changed, redressed and ready to join the others.   She jumped down and went and ran over to the others waiting to go back to the games room still with a look of disappointment on her face.   Tony looked in my direction smiled and winked, I winked back. He knew full well what had just happened and he mouthed, well done, and I gave him a thumbs up.   He disappeared through the door with the kids and off downstairs.   The rest of us cleaned up the dressing room, putting all the dirty nappy bags into the dirty nappy trolley and the dirty clothes into the clothes trolley.   We wiped down all the changing tables and prepared the terry nappies for the bedtime changes. I was now quite adept at folding the nappies and had mine done in double quick time and in position on the trolley.   “You ready came a call from the doorway?”   I looked up and saw Dennis.   “We’d better get a move on, the kids will be waiting”   “Hang on, I just need to wash my hands”   I washed and dried my hands, and we made our way downstairs.   “I was looking up the kids we have this morning Daniel” said Dennis as we walked.   “A few of them are extremely shy, great potential but totally introvert, so we will need to find a way to get them to come out of their shells and show us what they can do”   “Anyone in particular we need to work on?”   “Yes, a boy called Nick, he’s fourteen and can play three different instruments, his main is the classical guitar but he’s also an excellent pianist and a fair flutist, but won’t normally play to an audience and finds it hard to mix with other musicians. We need to try to work on him while he’s here to see if we can resolve any issues and do a little digging to see what’s what with him. I’ve been told by Tony that that’s your forte right?” I nodded a yes.   We arrived downstairs at the music room to find a group of kids waiting outside.    “Well, what a motley group we have here Dennis, what do you think musicians or not?”   “Let’s go in and see shall we” Replied Dennis. “Who’s up for some creative music today?”   There were a couple of enthusiastic yea’s but mostly silence, with one exception, James of course who was all keen to get started.   Dennis used his fob and opened the door to the room and all the kids trooped Inside.   “Right guys and girls, first thing I would like everyone to do is introduce themselves, tell everyone what instrument you play and then tell everyone about your funniest musical experience. James you go first”   James started and told everyone who he was, and all about his concerts and who he’ played with in the past. And he name dropped Elton John, I suppose he thought everyone was going to be impressed.   He told us a funny musical story, but no one seemed to be impressed though, it wasn’t that funny to be brutally frank. Story telling wasn’t quite his forte apparently.   Each kid took it in turn and did the same and also did a story, but none were that funny, just some little thing about their life that they thought was particularly amusing to them but nobody else thought deserved a chuckle.   Right said” Dennis. Can you all grab your instrument of choice, and one at a time give us a sample of your favourite tune”   One by one everyone did a little rendition of about four minutes of playing.   There was a classical tune by one of the boys and one of the girls both on Violins, one started playing then the other joined in with the same tune which sounded really good.   James did an Elton piece.   One of the girls picked up a cello and started playing some Bach, something I’m quite partial too.   One girl played a saxophone, and another played a clarinet.   There were two classical guitar players and they did a duet. One looked at the other and said “Seawaves” The other nodded and away they went. That sounded so soothing to the ears.   The smallest of the boys played a drum kit, you could only just see him over the top of the drums, but he was good,   Even Simon got to play something, admittedly it was only a triangle, but I showed him a method that allowed the instrument to give out a different sound by holding it in a specific way and using the grip release method.   “Well guys that was a great start” said Dennis.   “I’ve got some musical scores set out for each of you, let’s try and see if we can strike up a show stopping set of tunes.   “I can’t read stupid music” Simon chirped in.   “Most of the time it’s not about reading the music but just playing along” said James.   “Ray cooper who plays with Elton John sometimes, is a percussionist and can play loads of different instruments. He chips in at the right time with just a simple rattle of a tambourine without any musical score at all, he goes by the beat and tempo of the music”   “Who’s got a tambourine then?” Simon asked.   Dennis picked one up off the floor and handed it to Simon.   He banged it and rattled it and made an awful racket.   “Let’s see if you can try it when were all playing shall we, and you don’t need to be so heavy handed with it, it can be a quiet instrument you know” said Dennis.   “Not in his hands” said one of the girls”   Simon gave her a stare, but just a stare, a few days ago he’d have been rolling around the floor having a fight just because he was looked at in the wrong way, so we were making some progress with him at least.   “Just remember guys we all had to start somewhere didn’t we, we weren’t all brilliant to start with” I said.   “I was!” said James”   Everyone picked something up and threw it in James’s direction. He was ducking and weaving to avoid the incoming barrage of objects.   “Ok OK nearly brilliant then”   More objects were thrown and he again bobbed and weaved to avoid the stuff heading his way.   “Ok guys funs over, let’s see what we can produce shall we”   Dennis showed Simon the best way to play the tambourine and he soon picked it up and was palming, rattling, and beating, sometimes actually in tune with the music despite not being able to read it.   The kids we’re great and quickly picked up the timing and tempo of the music Dennis had written.   All too soon though the session was over when the bell rang. We took the kids out for some play time and fresh air and then made our way back to the music room to chat.   “That wasn’t too bad” I said to Dennis. “Yes not a bad start, let’s see if we can get some teamwork going in the next session. We both watched as a line of silhouettes came bobbing past the obscured glass windows on their way out to play, short, tall, big and small, all shapes and sizes walked past.   “So, Dennis what is it you play?”   “Well, I can play most instruments to a degree, it’s mostly down to having a rough idea as to how keys, strings and reeds operate to be able to play any instrument with some degree of competence. Let me show you”   And with that he picked up all the instruments in the room one by one and played them. This guy was a real talent.   “Why aren’t you on the telly like Roy Castle, you’re as good as him from what I can see”   “Well Roy and I used to work together years ago but he managed to get the breaks and I didn’t, so he’s the big tv personality and I’m teaching music.   I was speaking to him only the other day as are still mates, sad news though really, he’s just been diagnosed with cancer, and it doesn’t look good for him at all.   So, I’ve been told you’re a guitarist, which discipline, classical or electric?”   “I can do both to about the same standard”   “Let’s hear something then”   I picked up one of the acoustic guitars and started strumming a tune that I’d made up myself a few years before, a slow number that used all the chords and different playing methods on the one instrument.   “That was nice, who’s tune was that?”   “It’s one I wrote a few years ago”   “What about the electric?”   I picked up one of the three electrics from their stands at the back of the room and plugged in to one of the nearby speaker amps and started playing a bit of Johhny be good by Chuck Berry or was it a bit of Marty McFly I’ll let you decide.   “That was good as well. You’re a very talented young man”   “Thanks, I’ve a long way to go to match you though”   “All I can say is experiment, experiment, experiment. That’s the only way to learn with music.   Shall we go and get them back in? it must be nearly time buy now”   And just as he said it, we heard the bell ringing outside in the distance.   We went out and herded the kids back into the music room.   “Right guys before we start, would anyone like a change, any poopie nappies need doing?” I asked.   One of the girls sheepishly raised her hand.   “Come on then, follow me, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back to it”   I quickly changed the poopy nappy which wasn’t a bad one, and got her In a clean fresh nappy and re-dressed in quick time, and back out of the changing room.   I could hear some wonderful music drifting down the corridor as we made our way back to the music room.   We walked back into the room to find James and Nick playing a Billy Joel duet number on the piano, it was good and I mean really good! They were both crossing each other’s hands and obviously trying to outdo each other on the keyboard.   Mr & Mrs Thompson walked in behind me and stood listening and watching.   The speed increased slightly and I could see that Nick was having trouble keeping up with James but he didn’t faulter one bit   They finished the piece, looked at each other smiled and high fived. “Your good said James”   “Your better” said Nick. “You nearly had me there at one point”   “Yea but you caught up, fair dues, and this isn’t even your preferred instrument”   “I can see why you’re a concert pianist though, mate”   “Boys I would love for you both to do that at the end of school concert for us please”   Said Mrs Thompson.   “No” said Nick.   “But why?” Asked James. “I thought we were good”   “I can’t, sorry”   He got up from the piano picked up his guitar and walked over to the other side of the room and started quietly strumming a tune all to himself”   I looked over to Dennis as if to say shall I go over to him, but he nodded a slight no and made a hand gesture to say hold off, so I left Nick to himself.   Mr Thompson left the room and Mrs Thompson quietly spoke to Dennis before she left. She looked a little disappointed with the refusal, but I was sure that between us, Dennis and I could turn Nick around before the end of term.   We all went back to practicing the piece Dennis had prepared, and by lunch the kids were all playing along quite well together. Nick had even returned to the group and joined back in.   The end of lesson bell sounded, and everyone put their instruments away.   “Great session guys, we hope you enjoyed it” said Dennis.   Everyone said yes, even Nick.   I opened the door and led the group outside.   “Pop back in when you’ve seen to them please Daniel”   I gave him a thumbs up, led everyone through to the boot room and outside.   They all ran toward the climbing frame except James.   “Is he really that shy that he won’t play with me?” He asked.   “Yes he has a problem, but I’m sure that with everyone’s help he’ll come around”   “I don’t mind helping” James was so sincere with the reply it put a lump in my throat.   “I don’t want to put anything on you James, it’s not your job, you can try if you want to though, but don’t push him, go gently, don’t try forcing him. Softley Softley catchy monkey, right”   “I will, I’m good with monkeys” he shouted back as he ran off toward the climbing frame.   I headed back to the music room and met up with Dennis again.   That score you’ve done is quite good, did it take you long?”   “No not really, only a couple of weeks. I did it about three years ago and composed it so all the instruments we have here can be either added or subtracted depending upon what kids we have in the class and their instruments.   I’ve even got one for the Obo, which is a rare instrument, but we had a child last year that played one”   We chatted about the kids and the music until the bell rang in the distance for lunch. We both went about our next tasks happy with our achievements from the mornings work.   Next time were back with Pete & Jenny in.   Chapter 35 What goes where? Chapter 34.docx