On Fridays, Miss D. gets hot lunch at school. I always ask her about the menu during our drive home, but I never find out what she ate. Her aversion techniques are mama-proof.
Today’s transcript:
CFM: Hi, Miss D. Did you have a good day?
Miss D.: Yes.
CFM: What did you have for lunch today?
Miss D.: Robbie had vanilla.
CFM: Vanilla what?
Miss D.: Robbie likes the vanilla ones.
CFM: Um, okay. What did YOU have?
Miss D.: You know what? I’m keeping my panties dry.
CFM: That’s great Miss D. I am so proud of you. What did you eat for lunch at school today?
Miss D.: Miss Amy took my picture today.
CFM: Oh, yeah? Did she take it while you were eating lunch?
Miss D.: No.
CFM: Did you have macaroni and cheese today?
Miss D.: Miss Robyn wasn’t there today.
CFM: Oh, that’s too bad. Did you have quesadillas today?
Miss. D.: We didn’t go outside. Miss Toby said it was too wet.
CFM: Well, she was right. Did you have pizza today?
Miss D.: What are we going to do tomorrow?
CFM: I haven’t thought about that, yet, sweet girl. Are you hungry? Did you eat?
Miss. D.: I want to play before naptime.
CFM: Okay. Would you like a snack before naptime?
Miss D.: No. I’m full.
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Full of what? I have no idea.
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I’m sorry…were you guys in my car yesterday? Because reading this felt like déjà vu.
I’d say she was full of the poop that leaked out at naptime before she sat on her pillow!! Crap is right
KathyB! : Hahahaha.
I dread the time when we would have to ask them about boys. You would not let it go either, would you? I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or her lol.
i don’t have preschool aged children in my home and I Roared!
This was such a great funny post!!
Thanks so much for visiting me on my SITS day
This sounds like a conversation with Tooters about what she learned that day. I ask and this is what I get:
I don’t know just stuff guess what some boy did at school on recess!!
I guess they are practicing for the teen years when they need to keep stuff hidden.
How adorably frustraiting!
Interesting tack. I think I’ll use it the next time I polish off the last bottle of wine in the house, and my husband comes asking around about it. BTW, I distinctly recall having lunches during my elementary school years that were so vile I couldn’t bear to remember them, let alone to discuss them. Do you think she was hiding something or just not listening to you?