"Wanna know what happened at school today?"asked Sarah nonchalantly.
I would love to know what happened at school today I wanted to scream! But I decided I should keep my cool considering every time I ask her or Peter about school I am met with a shrug of the shoulders and an "I don't remember."
"What happened?" I quietly asked barely looking up from the cupcake batter I was cleaning off the counter tops and the back splash.
"Riley kissed me!"
Not quite the answer I was hoping for.
"Oh he did?" I said brightly. "Where?"
"In the circle at circle time."
Again, not really what I was looking for.
"No, I meant where. Like on the cheek?"
"No. It was on the nose."
At this point I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. And then in my head I'm wondering if he was aiming for the lips and missed, or aiming for the cheek and missed or if he in fact was aiming for the nose.
"Do you like Riley?" I continued.
"Yes. But Kirsten doesn't."
"Well, it doesn't matter if..." I began to launch into my speech and I got cut off.
"I know. I know. Don't say it." I guess Sarah got enough of that lecture last year during preschool when she had a very strong-willed BFF who did not like it when Sarah liked people that she didn't like. It was a lot of 4-year-old drama.
And as she was brushing off my lecture it seemed like I was talking to a 15-year-old instead of a 5-year-old. I felt as if I was holding a heavy crystal ball.
I then changed my line of questioning and asked if she minding Riley kissing her. And she said yes she did mind.
So I told her if he tried it again she could say no and that would be o.k.
She seemed relieved at that answer and happily resumed gluing yarn to a piece of paper she had cut out with her nubby-tipped scissors and I was happy to be talking to a 5-year-old again.