On Monday, Swee’Pea came home from daycare with a couple of bruises on her legs. When asked how she got the “ow-ies” on her legs, she quickly replied, “Evan… Push me… Fall down…”
Now, it should be noted that this speaking in sentences is still a novelty and I thought it was pretty cool that my daughter had the ability to verbalize exactly how she got those bruises. Upon hearing about this
scumbag guy named Evan who viciously attacked my little girl, I turned to her brother and asked, “Monk. Did Evan push Swee’Pea?” TheMonk, sitting across the room, looked up from the train he was playing with and looked me right in the eye and softly nodded, “Yes.”
“Did you kick his butt?” I asked, quickly realizing that maybe this wasn’t the best message to send to my 25-month-old son (we’ll have that talk in 9 or 10 years). Luckily, TheMonk was already back to playing with his train and didn’t seem to hear my question.
But I wasn’t going to forget about this Evan kid. Mommy and I agreed that we would inquire about this incident with our daycare provider. I didn’t want this Evan kid thinking he could just go around pushing cute little girls without some repercussions.
Upon arriving at the Daycare Provider’s house this morning, I inquired about the incident. While holding my sweet little girl in my arms, I relayed the story that Swee’Pea had told us about this punk Evan and his agressive little attitude. “Was this true?” I asked.
“No!” replied the Daycare provider. She laughed and recounted to me what really happened…
Apparently, Swee’Pea has a favorite blanket at daycare that she doesn’t allow anyone to play with or even touch. Monday, she had spread out her blanket on the floor and little Evan happened upon her and made the mistake of trying to touch Swee’Pea’s blanket. Well, Swee’Pea is prone to being a bit dramatic and immediately screamed out at the injustice of someone having the temerity to actually touch HER blanket. Upon screaming out, she flung her little body to the ground. Unfortunately for her, she happened to throw herself onto a pile of Legos and THAT is how my child received those “Ow-ies” on her sweet little legs.
While Daycare Provider told me this story, little Swee’Pea buried her face into my neck and wrapped her arms around me and held me, squeezing as tightly as she could. It was almost like she realized she was being busted.
Of course, you realize what this means, right?
My sweet little girl told her first lie this week.
My apologies to little Evan. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
Epilogue: The funnier part may have come this evening when Mommy went to pick up Swee’Pea and TheMonk at Daycare. Daycare Provider mentioned to Mommy the conversation we had this morning. Then she told Mommy that it was obvious that Swee’Pea was actually mad at her the rest of the morning for telling Daddy about her little lie. She refused to look at Daycare Provider the entire morning and was obviously upset with Daycare Provider.
You realize what this means right?
My little girl can hold a grudge.
Oh, and I realized my life will probably never be the same.
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