The Peanut tells us this about her day in school last Friday:
"I have friends (yay!) and they drew on my face and I drew on their faces so the teacher had to wash my face and then I didn't want the other kids near me so I blew all their faces (The Peanut loves the story the 3 little pigs. Her favorite character is the Big Bad Wolf. She often pretends to be him. No porcine mason for her. She likes to be the bad guy. She's pretty cool) and then they cried and fell down."
"You made them cry?" we asked.
"Yes." She replied.
My wife facebooked her teacher.
She had to wash the P-Nut's face because of a messy sneeze.
The rest of the story was a complete fabrication.
Part of me is very proud of her obvious powers of imagination and storytelling ability.
Part of me is scared shitless.
In other news, I've been included in DadofDivas Dads in The Limelight series. I don't why. I'm # 57.
Anyway, he is an excellent dadblogger and community builder so if you've got nothing better to do, head on over and check him out.