I came into work today, and was, as usual, greeted by several of the children, including Thalia. The rest soon went back to their activities, but Thalia didn't. She looked at me and said, "Car, car!"
"Honey, you know I catch the bus."
Then she grabbed my legs, and started lifting up my skirt.
Now, the good thing about childcare is it's pretty much all females as far as the adults go. And I wear stockings AND leggings under my skirt. But it's still disconcerting to have your skirt lifted by a two year old. So I told her to quit it.
"Car, car!" Thalia insisted.
"No, that is my skirt, not a car, and you don't lift up a girl's skirt. It's bad manners."
I walked away from her, putting away some of the things I had brought in from home. And I felt something banging at the back of my thighs. I twisted around, and saw this flash of red metal.
One of them had attached a toy car to my skirt!
I cut it off and gave it to Thalia, appologising, who promptly took the car. It was what she wanted anyway.
Well, it was an interesting start to the morning.