Jessica gives me a hard time about going to school roughly 2 out of 3 days. She says it's because she doesn't like to rest, but often when we get to school, some other reason comes out. The other day she said it was because she had a band-aid on her hand and she was worried the other kids would make fun of her. Whether that was the real reason, I guess I'll never know.
But when we got to school, she was standing next to a few friends. I knelt down next to her and said, in a fairly quiet voice, "See how glad you are to be here now? Why did you say you didn't want to go?"
"Mo-om....not in front of my friends."
Oh, so sorry. I beg your pardon. ; )