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I wrestled for a couple of months with how to tell my (then 3 YO) daughter than Mummy was moving out, and in the face of continued indifference from her mother, I eventually insisted - the day before the move - that we all go to the and explain it to her.
I chose the park as being a neutral place - not Mummys and not mine - but also so tat if she was upset we wouldn't have to worry about "this is the place where you told me bad news" in the house.
She took it very well - ased a couple of questions ("does that mean Mummy doesn't need to make you sad anymore by shouting?") and then wanted to play on the swings.
I realised that kids know far more tan you realise, and understand with more facility tan you might imagine.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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