Confessions of a kindergartener

Sarah woke up super early this morning, so she was hanging out with me as I was getting ready. Out of the clear blue, tears started forming in her eyes and she said, "Mommy, I have something to tell you, but don't get mad." I put my concealer down and gave my full attention to her, awaiting what she was going to tell me. She said, "Mommy, sometimes when I tell you that I have white milk at school, I really get chocolate or strawberry milk, and I'm really sorry!" (As I'm sure all you parents can relate, I was relieved to know we were talking about milk choices here ... not that I expected anything more serious, but you never know.) You see, Sarah and I have a little deal; we talk about what kind of milk she's going to get at school each day. Our general rule has been that if you get chocolate or strawberry milk one day, you get white milk the next. It all appeared to be going so smoothly! Anyway, this mornings' little confession opened the door for a great talk about telling the truth, and I was grateful to scoop her in my arms, hug her, and easily forgive this minor offense. Here's to hoping her conscience will always prevail!