Okay, it’s not free. But neither is therapy, which you’ll need if you send your kid to a chaotic place. Wolfson Court is pricey, but in a way that makes you feel like you’re investing in a tiny, adorable empire. They even offer funded hours for eligible families—so you might not need to auction off your espresso machine.
I’ll put it this way: if your child comes home speaking in full sentences about the water cycle, you’ll brag about it at dinner parties. And if they call you out for recycling wrong, well, that’s just a bonus lesson in humility.
So go ahead—tour the place. Just don’t be surprised if you leave wanting to enroll yourself. They only take kids, but I hear the mud kitchen is open to brave adults. Bring your own colander.
