Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Joys of Preschool, Year 2
I was happily blog reading when my daughter, The Affectionate One, age five, decided to regale me with her version of today's preschool happenings. And it went a little something like this:
Cherie: Blah, blah blah . . . blah, blah blah . . . and C--- didn't like it very much.
I assume you noticed the blah blah blahs. Those are code for not really listening.
Before you all gang up on me for being a naughty mommy who doesn't hang onto every word spoken by her offspring, can I just put in a word or two in my defense? My children speak a lot. A very whole heck of a lot. So much so that half the time THEY don't even listen to what they are saying.
I so wish I were kidding. And I cannot even imagine where they get it from. A-hem.
But, I digress.
I tried backing up the conversation without letting on that I didn't catch all of the pertinent informational parts.
Me: C--- was upset, huh?
Cherie: Yeah. But I did tell her I liked them both.
Me (still a mite confused, but plunging in anyway): That's good, honey. It's OK to like more than just one person in your class.
Cherie: But it still made her sad. I didn't want to make her sad.
Me: Even if it makes her sad, it's still the right thing to do.
Cherie(sighing): I guess.
Suffice it to say there was a whole lot of drama today. Among the four and five years olds. In the preschool room.
And THEN she laid this one on me: Mommy, the teacher got after me today.
Me (surprised, but trying not to show it, after all this is our princess who can do no wrong): Oh, I see. What did she get after you for?
Cherie (trying to act repentant): Not being quiet at story time.
Me (as gently as I could): Will you do that again?
Cherie: I'm gonna try. But, Mommy? It sure is hard. Sometimes there is so much to say!
Yes, sweetie, I know just what you mean.