"Mama," says Saia when I picked her up from school.
"Mama, I was dyyyying today."
"WHAT?!?!?" I say as I glance in the rearview mirror.
"Teacher Monica said I was dyyyying today," she says again, this time with just a tad more dramatic flair as she places the back of her hand on her forehead, "so that's why I don't have my fleece on anymore."
"Oh," I say, "did you get hot on the playground today?"
"Yes, Mom," she says, sounding a little more frustrated now. "That's why I was dyyyying!"
[Aye! The drama! And she's only 3!!!]