Well that's decided then. Dd says NO to school - and since then, of course, I've spent the morning worrying that I have influenced her decision unduly. Then again, why am I flattering myself? She decided she wanted to go to school at a time when home education was apparently the only option, and come the time that I actually bite the bullet, decide to support her in her choice and get her along to the smartest, most successful little school in the neighbourhood, with the kindest, most welcoming staff, the best facilities and good academic results and she turns in a flat NO to all that.
The first member of staff we met she quizzed on the number of computers in the establishment and was immediately unimpressed by the answer of two per classroom (of approx 14 kids), plus some others in the library. She was equally unimpressed by the thought of not having instant access to Children's Beeb and Sesame Street websites. She also says she won't be able to see her friends when she wants to and she will HAVE to brush her hair in the mornings.
I think these are good enough reasons. Why brush your hair when you could be getting on with other things?