Last night we were talking about some plans we have this afternoon and Ellie said "Mom, you should pick me up early because if you wait until after lunch time, then we won't have enough time (at the place)." I told her I couldn't get to school earlier than lunch time and that we would have plenty of time.
E: "But mom, by the time we get there the day will be a teenager."
M: "What are you talking about?" (I'm half asleep)
E: "Remember the other day when I said the day is young"?
M: "Uh-huh."
E: "Well if the day is young in the morning, then in the afternoon it's a teenager. And right now, its an old lady."
Huh.
All I remember about preschool is crying when my mom dropped me off, ganging up on other kids with Erin, a cool sand/water table and standing in a circle singing The Farmer in the Dell.
I'm pretty sure we didn't cover metaphors.
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