My Dream Car. Mine. You Can't Have it!All of the preschoolers at the place where I work get to say exactly what is on their minds and no one gets mad at them for it.
Like the other day. Jacob shows up. Cute kid. Kind of a germaphobe. Uses WAY to much Purell. Anyway, I say: "Hi Jake. How are you today? Are you excited to be at school? And he says:
No. Not really. I'm tired and I really think I should go home and take a nap."
You know what? That made a lot of sense to me. I was tired too. And the heat in that place was broken, so I was also cold. I wanted to go home and crawl in my big bed under my covers and take a nap too.
But when my boss asked me how I was doing, I didn't say that. I lied. I said "Great! How are you?" Because that is the grown-up thing to say.
Later, Jillian grabbed the hot pink marker from Kate.
I said: "Jillian. Kate is using the pink marker. It is not polite to take things from other people."
And Jillian said: "Why not. Pink is my favorite color so I have to color my house with it!
I thought about how earlier in the week I talked to a friend who owned the car I have wanted ever since I drove around a different version in high school. That car was beautiful, but when I told my friend how much I loved it, she said: "I hate this car. It's too small and I wish I never would have bought it."
"Well then you don't deserve that car, give it to me!" Is what I wanted to say. That's what Jillian would have said.
But I just said: " That's too bad."
But this is my blog. And I am going to channel my preschooler and say that today I am irritated by the number of leaves on my lawn, the fact that my carpet steamer is broken and I can't get my hair to do what it is supposed to do. I don't want to keep cleaning out my crawlspace and I really hate the printer for messing up my order and charging me too much because now I have to drive over there to get my $13 back and that will probably cost me $2 in gas.
Wow. That was really cool.
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