Driving home from Laur's parent's house today, Erin and I had the following conversation:
"Does Miss Dolores ever get mad?"
"Oh yes Dadoo."
"Does she ever have to yell?"
"Sometimes she does, but not at me."
"Oh no? That's because you listen to her directions, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, why does she yell at the other children?"
"Ummmm, I don't remember."
"No? Is it because they don't listen?"
"Sometimes. Mostly its when they run. I don't ever run."
"Oh. So they run when they're not supposed to, and get in trouble, but you never run, so you don't get in trouble."
"That's right Dadoo. I don't run because I can't run."
"Right, because your not allowed to. Except on the playground, right? You probably run around on the playground."
"Nope. I'm not allowed to run on the playground."
"What?!?! You're not allowed to run on the playground?"
"Yep. Sometimes I run downstairs, but never on the playground."
"WHAT!?!?! You know you are not supposed to run down the stairs!"
Erin let out a disgusted sigh.
"Dadoo, I said downstairs, not down THE stairs." Erin's school has an indoor play area in the basement in addition to the outdoor playground. "Sometimes, when I'm walking to a car, there are kids coming on bicycles, and I have to run to the car." This indoor play area has a large selection of big wheel-style tricycles (the bicycles in Erin's story) and ride on toys (the cars she was referring to).
"Did you have to run to a car today?"
"That's a good question."
"OK, so what's the answer?"
"Next question."
"You haven't answered this question. Did you have to run to a car today?"
"That's a good question Dadoo. A good question. Next question, please."
"But Erin..."
"Next Question PLEASE."
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