One of the preschool teachers, Mrs Liz, stopped me today while I was in line for pickup. She stuck her head through my car window and told me that my daughter had done something funny the other day.
She (the teacher) was trying to teach them (the kiddies) about basketball and how to make it into the goal—-now that in itself is funny if you think about it. A bunch of three year olds trying to shoot a basketball into a full sized, regulation goal.
Anyway, she (the teacher again) was showing them (the kids) how to do the granny shot. (Are you with me so far?) Upon hearing the name of the shot they were about to try and master, my daughter stepped forward and raised her hand in the air.
“I can’t make that into there.” (come to think of it, neither can I)
“Sure you can if you try…”
“no… I can’t.”
“Cause I’m not a granny. I’m only three.”
The teacher got a good laugh out of her comment, and promptly told all the other teachers. Leave it to my daughter to step forward and say that. She’s too cute sometimes.