*While getting K dressed in her PJ's*
Me: So K, how do you like Mrs. E so far? Is she nice? Are you learning a lot?
K: Mmmmmmmm...... *looking skyward, thoughtfully* she's, um...... tender.
Me: Tender? *Immediately breathless at such a deep, and very complex descriptive word. Congratulating myself on raising such an intuitive and brilliant little girl.* What do you mean by tender?
K: Well.... *fluffing her hands a bit* just tender.
Me: *At this point wondering if "tender" means "soft and squishy" which she is fond of calling me. I saw my Mother Of The Year award slipping away* You think Mrs. E is soft?
K: No, she pulls the sting *making strange pulling motions with her hands*
Me: Pulls the string?
K: Yeah, she pulls the bad string.
Me: What the heck is the bad string?
K: *exasperated at me now* The bad string. The one that that makes her mean. She's made me work on something for three days because I didn't finish it.
Me: Well K, that's what teachers do. You have to finish your school work you know. Don't you like Mrs. E most of the time?
K: Yeah, well, she's been under the weather. I'm sure she'll be nicer when she's not under the weather *trotting off to brush her teeth*
Me: Um, I see.
K: My friend Mary taught me those words you know. Tender, and under the weather.
Me: Good to know you're learning something.
Mary is also the friend that has taught K to cheer lead obsessively. And swing her hair around while she does it. And do the sassy little hip tosses that freak me out.
Thanks so much Mary.