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So I’m not actually talking about Little Miss chewing like a cow, showing the world what she’s eating, in this post. I could write an entire post on that, but … not tonight. Tonight, I’m still shaking my head over my precocious little girl.
For the last several weeks, she has been telling me about her summer school kindergarten teacher who isn’t a grandma but looks like a grandma. She comes up with these types of oddly phrased comments on a regular basis, so I didn’t think too much of it.
Except that summer school has been over for almost two weeks now. And she’s still periodically talking about her teacher who isn’t a grandma but looks like one just as she’s done since the second or third day of school.
As we were driving to the library this afternoon, she again talked about how when she had her kindergarten summer school class, she had a teacher who looked like a grandma but wasn’t a grandma.
The phrase finally penetrated my consciousness, realizing that she hadn’t varied the way she’d said it once.
Ummm, Sweetie, your teacher. Is she really not a grandma?
Yes, Mommy. She isn’t.
How exactly do you know that? You didn’t ask her, did you?
Of course I did. How else would I know?
Do you remember what question you asked her, exactly?
Wellllll, I just asked her if she was a grandma because she really looked like one.
Of course she did. Why wouldn’t you insult the kindergarten teacher on the second (or possibly first?) day of school. Fortunately, she doesn’t teach at the school Little Miss will be attending in the fall.