
Now that summer is sadly over, about half the kids in my daughter's preschool have gone off to the great
"Kindergarten."I put it in quotes because from what my daughter has been telling me, it really has changed a lot from the days when I was a kid.
An actual conversation--
Daughter: Reece's last day was today...he's going to KINDERGARTEN in
Antarctica!Me: Really? Antarctica
Daughter: YES! And his mommy and daddy buyed him a new car when he turned 5 and got married to Melena. She's going to KINDERGARTEN too!
Me: Wow, Kindergarten, married,
and a new car. At least they can get the married rate on their car insurance.
(blank stare)Daughter: I don't know what that means.
Daughter (continued): When I go to KINDERGARTEN, can I go to THE MOON!?
Me: Sure, but only if you promise not to get married right out of preschool or move-in with a boyfriend,
or ask for money, and call your mother at least once a week.
(blank stare)Daughter: I don't know what that means.