I dropped A off at pre-school this morning and was greeted at the door by her teacher (whom I love, btw). In keeping with my request that she tell me even the embarrassing things my 3-and-a-half year old spews out of her 3-and-a-half year old mouth, the drop-off went something like this:
Me: G'morning!
Teacher: Hi, Jill. Oh, I have to tell you what happened yesterday.
Uh, oh. My mind starts racing. Did my typically gentle child push someone on the playground? Get pushed? Or more likely, recite the entire periodic table of the elements?
Just kidding...
Me: Oh God, what happened?
Teacher: So, A told me she had to go to the bathroom and I told her 'just a sec' because I was holding something and needed to put it down.
I nod.
Teacher: So she tells me that she can't wait because her dr. said she shouldn't wait to pee or she'll get a boo boo in her tussy.
Uh, something like that...
Teacher: So I take her to the bathroom and she sits down and starts telling me that her daddy doesn't pee sitting down, he pees standing up.
Oh. My. God. Now I'm not sure if this is a cute story or if I'm in trouble or what but I do know that I asked to hear the embarrassing things she says and well, here they come!
Her teacher smiles, puts her hand on my shoulder and says, "isn't that cute?"
Cute. So cute. All this talk of anatomy and bathroom rituals rolled up into one small girl who has the vocabulary to communicate if aliens had entered her room overnight and kidnapped her favorite teddy bear.
Am I even doing this right??













I cringe at what my daughter might say. I'm such a blabbermouth it could be anything
Posted by: jessica | November 13, 2009 at 03:23 PM