Presley often times comes home from school with grass in her hair, grass on her clothes, grass in her shoes, etc., and I never thought too much about it because I just figured that is what happens when kids play outside.
I went to pick Presley up from school early one day last week, and she was running and playing outside. I love watching her play. Especially when she doesn't know I'm watching. No matter how bad the world is, I think if I could always go watch 3-5 year olds playing in a school yard, I would immediately feel better. They are still all so innocent without a care in the world. When I first pulled up she was rounding a corner and running as fast as her little legs would take her through the yard and chasing two boys. (I'll have to deal with that later.) I sat there and watched her like a hawk with a bird's eye view for about 10 minutes before I went inside to get her.
When I went to pick her up, I talked to her teacher:
Me: I was watching her play. I love watching her play.
Teacher: Oh Presley is so sweet. Whenever they play "house" she always wants to be the baby.
Me: Really?
Teacher: Oh yea. We see her lying down in the school yard all the time because they are playing house and she is the baby.
I guess I know how she gets all of that grass on her now.
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