Last Thursday I had a knitting class after work (more on that later), so I didn't see the Bean until after she had already gotten into bed. As soon as I got home, I went in to snuggle a little and hear about her day. It is amazing how she won't say squat at the dinner table, but she becomes quite the chatterbox at bedtime! Bedtime is usually when I hear about the drama that unfolds at preschool.
Anyways, she proceeded to tell me about something that had happened at school that afternoon. The Bean has a friend at school named "V" that she has known since she was six months old. He is not only her best friend, but her worst enemy. They honestly act like they are married sometimes...even the teachers have commented on their love/hate relationship. Apparently, "V" decided that he was going to write a note and give it to my husband when he came to pick the Bean up from school. Well, the Bean was going to have none of this because NO ONE writes notes to her daddy except for her. She told "V" this and he simply ignored her. In a very calculating move on her part, the Bean proceeded to write a note to "V" telling him that he could under NO circumstances write her daddy a note. Here's what I heard:
"I decided that since "V" wasn't listening to me I was going to write him a note telling him he could not write my daddy a note. Since I do not know how to spell "NO", I wrote a big "I" on a piece of paper because I know how to write an "I". I told "V" that it said "NO" and I put it on my daddy's shirt when he came to pick me up."
My husband told me later that he was forced to wear the note on his shirt all the way to the parking lot and couldn't take it off until they were safely in the car ready to drive home. I tell you, that girl is going to be a CEO someday. And, her daddy will ALWAYS be HER daddy. Her shirt says it all.