Wednesday, May 03, 2006


"Mama," says Saia when I picked her up from school.

"Yes, babe?"

"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!!!]