We got a note from E's teacher today, mentioning how well she played with others this morning. Apparently, she set up a hospital and was helping people push in their belly buttons, and -- if they were good -- they could have jello.
When he got home, D mentioned that he heard she played nicely with others. She was surprised and sort of slunk around the house in a shy or sneaky way. She said to me, "But I didn't play well with others..."
"Well, should I believe you or your teacher?"
"My teacher. No, me."
Finally she came up to where I was working in the kitchen and pulled me down to whisper in my ear, "Actually, I wasn't playing very nice today. I was killing people in the hospital."
I laughed. I couldn't help it.