Leah's a fickle little girl. She's very physically active but on certain occasions she refuses to do some um... what's the word... things? She won't go to gymnastics anymore and at birthday parties she won't do any sort of race. Well, last Thursday night she told me Friday was P.E. and she didn't want to go. She said it was because they told her she had to wear tennis shoes and she didn't have any. Well, I reminded her that she did in fact have some, but then she reminded me how she hates them. Which is true. Leah would rather go bare foot.
Friday morning rolls around and she's in tears asking if she could please just stay home. What!? No. Of course I put her tennis shoes on her, encouraged her to try her best in P.E. and sent her to the bus stop. About 10am I get a phone call from the school saying Leah's in the office because her shoes are hurting her feet and she wants me to bring her a new pair. Of course I very sympathetically make my way down to the school, help her put the different shoes on and then ask her if she needs help finding her way back to her class. She tells me her class was in the P.E. room and she doesn't know if they're still there. What!? You were in the office when your class was in P.E.?
Very suspicious Leah, very suspicious!