Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Jekyll & Troy

Every day, when I pick Troy up from daycare, I ask him about his day. It’s like pulling teeth to extract the information from him, and even then, I have better luck on some days over others.

 

For example, yesterday, this is how it went:

Me: “Hey, bud, how was your day?”

Troy: “Good.”

Me: “Tell me something fun that you did today.”

Troy: “I can’t remember.”

Me: “Did you read a book? Did you sing a song? Did you learn something new?”

Troy: “Um…I can’t remember.”

Me: “Did you build something? Did you do math or science?”

Troy: “I can’t remember.”

Me: “What did you do last weekend?”

Troy: “I can’t remember.”

Me: “Did you go to ninja class? Did you go swimming? Did you go to a birthday party?”

Troy: “I don’t think so, but I can’t remember.”

Me: “What did you have for breakfast this morning?”

Troy: “I can’t remember.”

Me: “I’m noticing a theme here.”

 

Today, this is what I got:

Me: “Hey, bud, how was your day?”

Troy: “Good.”

Me: “What did you do today?”

Troy: “I was playing monsters with Tim on the playground.”

Me: “Oh yeah?”

Troy: “Yeah, we were chasing Miss Beth around. She was hiding, and we had to find her. Then, she tried to get away, and we chased her.”

Me: “Was she a monster too?”

Troy: “No, just us.”

Me: “Speaking of Miss Beth, she told us that you got some new dolls.”

Troy: “Yeah, but she took them away from me.”

Me: “Why’d she do that?”

Troy: “Because I was banging on it.”

Me: “Why were you banging on it?”

Troy: “I dunno.”

Me: “Well, you’ve never banged on a baby doll before, so why now?”

Troy: “I didn’t want to bang on it.”

Me: “Then, why did you do it?”

Troy: “Because the evil wizard made me do it.”

Me: “What evil wizard?”

Troy: “The one at school.”

Me: “And how did he make you bang on the doll? You’re telling me that you couldn’t stop yourself?”

Troy: “Yep. He cast a spell on me. I didn’t want to do it.”

Me: “Well, spell or no, we don’t treat babies like that. When you see a baby on the playground, do you start banging on it, or are you sweet and gentle?”

Troy: “Sweet.”

Me: “Exactly. And since you weren’t sweet to the doll, Miss Beth took it away from you.”

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