I picked my sweet four-year old up from preschool today, and we had the following conversation:
Olivia: "Mom, don't you wanna talk about my day?"
Mom: "Of course, tell me all about it!"
Olivia: "I bonked heads with Olivia L. and I cried. BUT...it was an accident".
Mom: "I'm sorry you got hurt today, so are you okay now?"
Olivia: "Yup, I'm fine. I decided to be high at recess, so that made me feel so happy."
Mom (a few seconds after choking on my apple): "Um...you decided to be high at recess? What do you mean by that?"
Olivia: "All my friends are brave and like to be high. I don't like it 'cuz it scares me. But today I finally was brave and got SOoooo high!!!"
Mom: "Okay...so...can you PLEASE explain to mommy what it means to be high?"
Olivia: "Well...I don't really it too much 'cuz it- it scares me. But today I got brave and tried it. I let Sam push me so, so, so high, and now I love the swings!!! I think I'll let Sam push me really high every time!
Mom: (After a sigh of relief and deciding this was a good educational opportunity)..."Yes, yes you are so brave. But Olivia...please don't ever do anything you aren't comfortable with just because all your friends are doing it. You are strong, and brave, and a great friend. You never do something that makes you sad or scares you...okay...you just tell Mommy if that happens and I'll help you...okay?!!!"
Olivia: "Oh, Mommy...I have something to tell you!!!"
Mom: "What?!!!"
Olivia: "Addie picked her nose today!!"
...and...
we're back...