I picked Lauren and Megan up from preschool/summer camp today and we were talking in the car. Megan went on a fishing field trip today with 11 other kids and 2 adults (one a young adult, the other a retired man). I asked her how the fishing trip went and she exclaimed, "Mr. Mike got stung by a catfish and he was bleeding!!"
I said, "Wow, that's terrible - I can't believe a catfish bit him! That must have hurt!"
She answered, "Yeah, but it's ok; he's going to die in a couple days."
I thought, that's terrible, they mortally wounded the catfish in the process of removing them from Mr. Mike's hand. I said to Megan, "Why is the catfish going to die?"
Megan answered, "Not the catfish--Mr. Mike. He's really old so he's probably going to die in, like, a week or something."
Ouch. Sorry, Mr. Mike, wherever you are.
I was the taxi driver today, so next I went to pick Scott up from work, and then we went to pick up Dakota from doggie daycare. Something happened that set Megan off, and she said, "Lauren! Why are you treating me like garbage!? Everyone is treating me like garbage today!"
Scott and I both chimed in, "Who is treating you like garbage today?"
"Lauren! Everyone!"
"People at school?"
"Yeah! Everyone at school!"
"Like who?"
"Like Jeremy [name changed to protect the innocent]. He was treating me like garbage today!"
Of course, we are concerned that this might be a bully situation and asked, "What was he doing to you?"
"Well he was just being really mean to me all day long."
"Why? What was he doing?"
"Well, he was being really mean to me all day long. And all I did was give him a bloody finger!"
"What did you do to him?"
"Well [there are always a lot of 'well...'s when we are getting the story by inches...], when we were fishing, we were walking and I tripped over his pole and then his pole went up and he caught it and it went through his thumb."
"What went through his thumb? The hook?"
"Yeah, the hook. And then he wouldn't play with me for the rest of the day! Just because I made his fishing pole go in his thumb!"
At which point Scott and I are dying laughing and we explained to her that sometimes if you injure people severely that they may not want to be around you for a little while. She felt this was quite unfair, albeit logical.
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