Actoo-wee . . .

We have learned an important fact about Elizabeth - she is brutally honest. And she notices everything. We went to drop Anna off at school this morning and were greeted by her fantastic principal, who knows every child at the school and his/her parents.

Me: Goodbye, Anna. Have a great day at school.

Principal: Anna always has a great day. She is so happy.

Elizabeth: Actoo-wee, Anna cries about school. She is also whiny.

Anna (with a dirty look at Elizabeth): Bye, Mom.

Principal (with a straight face, presumably because she didn't understand Elizabeth): Bye!

Me (keen to be gone): Thank you! Bye!

So, I held it in until I got around the corner, and then I laughed hysterically. But you know what, it wasn't very funny when Anna was the same age and told all of the History graduate students that her dad was getting her mom tiny underwear for Christmas. (She saw some Tinkerbell underwear through a Target bag. They were a surprise for her, so Sean said he was getting them for me for Christmas. Joke's on me.) So I guess I have to appreciate how Anna felt. I think the only solution is to limit the amount of exposure that three-year-olds have to a public audience. Its best for them, for me, and (let's face it) for the public.