Last week ...
P. got sick at school. I had to quickly leave a meeting, rush to pick her up, wondering if there were any signs of sickness I missed in the morning. Nothing came to mind.
After I picked her up from school (and dealing with my other daughter's tears), I asked her in the car what she ate for breakfast.
"I don't know, but I had a cupcake for a snack."
Hmmm...really? A cupcake? At 9 o'clock in the morning? Maybe it was too much sugar too early.
Of course, I called Miss Kathy to get the inside scoop. Yes, there was a cupcake, but it was a small cupcake with little frosting.
Nothing else came of this illness. I blamed it on the extra sugar.
Fast forward a couple days later ...
M. asked if she could have some sugary snack for breakfast.
"No way. Do you remember what happened this week when P. ate too much sugar in the morning?"
"Mommy, it wasn't the sugar. She put Mr. Potato Head pieces in her mouth!" M. responded.
"What?!? P.? Did you put Mr. Potato Head pieces in your mouth?"
"No. No, I didn't."
"Yes you did!" M. told her.
"Tell me what happened." I insisted.
"We were under the little white table poking holes in the Mr. Potato Head bag and she put some pieces in her mouth." M. explained.
"How many pieces did she put in her mouth?" I didn't even bother asking about why they were hiding under the table or why they thought it was okay to poke holes in the bag.
"Um, maybe like 3 or 4. No, it was like this many." Showing five fingers.
"No! It was only 3!" P. jumped in, unknowingly owning up to her poor decision.
"Oh, so you did put the toys in your mouth?" I asked to which I received no answer.
"Mommy, she did." M. said again as P. sat quietly.
"M., why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" I wondered.
"Because you left!" M. emphatically stated reminding me of her terrible, no-good, very bad day moment when I had to leave her behind.
According to a four year old ... There's always more to the story.