Baby B did not want to play in the daycare centre today.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let's backtrack. Baby B did not want to leave the house today. He refused to put on his socks. He balked at putting on his boots. He refused to wear his jacket. Then he screamed bloody murder when Simone buckled him into his car seat.

He walked readily enough into the French daycare centre but made a beeline for the barn toys when the other kids got ready to sit down for snack time. As a concession, he washed his hands in the sink but then would not eat the rice cake or the yogurt thoughtfully laid out for him.

Simone asked him if he would like some banana and Baby B repeated "Nana" enthusiastically. Simone interpreted this as consent but Baby B would still not come to the snack table after the banana had been served. She then grabbed a plastic banana and told Baby B that the real thing waited for me at the snack table. Unimpressed, Baby B grabbed the plastic banana, marched it back to where Simone had found it and slapped it into place. Simone then brought a piece of banana to Baby B and inserted it into his mouth. Baby B promptly spit out the offensive piece of fruit.

"Time to go home," announced Simone.

Baby B raced over to the exit.

Maybe Simone should have listened better when Baby B refused to leave the house...