It was the last day of preschool. The children all brought brown bag lunches for a picnic out in the grass. I packed a lunch for Hannah and me, and also one for my cousin's little granddaughter who was with us today. Kylie will be four this summer, so she is just the same age as the other little "flowers" in my care.
Kylie informed me she did not like sandwiches. I ate hers... No, she did not like applesauce either... I looked back in the little brown bag I had packed. Did she want a granola bar? It was chewy with chocolate chips... Yes, she liked that. How about some Sunkist Fruit Snacks? She tried them and decided they were not to her liking. I was running out of options, but did have a package of Rainbow Goldfish Crackers. All little people like goldfish crackers, don't they?
Children were running around, parents were chatting, and I was pouring more apple juice into cups for Bella and Em. Kylie said something about cat food, but I didn't totally hear what it was. Pretty soon she was handing me the little napkin with the goldfish on it. "It's cat food," she said. I assured her it was not cat food, but she wasn't convinced. "It tastes like cat food," she said... What do you want to bet her cat eats Friskies Seafood Sensations?