I did learn that Sophie had goldfish crackers and juice for a snack, and that she made a pinwheel and took it outside to watch it spin. These things, I believed. And then there was this:
Me: “Do you play with Arabella today?”
Sophie: “No. Another girl and a boy.”
Me: “Were they nice?”
Sophie: “Yes. But another boy was not. He was fighting.”
Me: “He was? What did the teachers do?”
Sophie: “They threw whipped cream pies in his face.”
Me: “They did?”
Sophie: “Yes, and it got all in his eyes. Then he had to go home to get baby wipes to clean his face.”
Me: “That wasn’t very nice of the teachers!”
Sophie: “He was fighting!”
Me: “Where did the teachers get whipped cream pie?”
Sophie: “They have a big cabinet full of them. They use them when you’re not listening.”
And later …
Andy: “What did you do at preschool today?”
Sophie: “We rode a carousel.”
Andy: “You did?”
Sophie: “Yes. The horses were so pretty. They went up and down, up and down, up and down.”
And later …
Andy: “So I heard a boy was fighting at preschool today.”
Sophie: “Yes.”
Andy: “What did the teachers do?”
Sophie: “They made him go outside and then they locked the door.”
Andy: “Really? They made him stand outside in the rain until his Mommy came to pick him up?”
Sophie: “Yes! He wasn’t listening.”
“It is always the best policy to tell the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.” —Jerome K. Jerome
