Look, I’m not a parent myself—I’m the weird neighbour who watches kids from the park bench and takes notes for my podcast. But even I can see that Bright Horizons on Boughton Lane has cracked a code. They treat children as actual people with big feelings, not as tiny employees you’re training for a future of meetings. (Though if they ever start a “corporate ladder” climbing class for toddlers, I’m out.)
So, if you’re considering it, go visit. Watch a kid try to negotiate a nap with a worm. And then ask yourself: do you want your child in a place that allows that negotiation, or one that sweeps the worm away with a dustpan? The answer, my friend, is hiding on Boughton Lane.
