So Shawn and I are sitting in the alcove of Lily's pre-school this afternoon, having our bi-annual conference with her teachers. It was awesome. The things her teacher said about my beloved girl just made my mama heart swell to twice its size.
She actually said my daughter was spiritually beautiful. Or something like that. I can't remember the words exactly, since I was already so emotional from arguing with Shawn all morning and feeling like I wanted to twist a shank in his gut as he squatted next to me on a tiny wooden child's chair. That kind of clouded the whole experience for me. But we worked it all out later.
So Teacher #1, who we were meeting with, told us that during a lesson on President's Day, Teacher #2 (you might remember her from this entry from February) was talking about Abraham Lincoln, telling the children that he was a great man and a great president.
And then Lily raised her hand and told Teacher #2 (who is very sweet, very Christ-loving, and veeeeeery conservative),
"Well. My mommy says that the man who is president now, he is not a good president at all."
And Teacher #2 said: "Ahem. Well, you know, Lily, he is our president, so we really should respect him."
And Lily replied, "Well. My mommy said he isn't a good man either. And not a good president. That's what my mommy said."