There is a little boy in Caitlin’s pre-K class. I will call him Stephen. As in Stephen King Jr.
Apparently he loves to scare the girls. He knows all about Spiderman, monsters, “ghostes,” and strangers with knives.
Yes, strangers with knives.
One afternoon last week Caitlin was her usual excited, hyper self when I picked her up at daycare. She grabbed my hand and insisted that I go out to the playground to see the house on the hill, which in reality is a small storage shed behind the play ground, just on the other side of the fence. And then she said something about a stranger hiding a knife in the house on the hill.
My heart stopped for a second. As she continued talking nonchalantly about her day’s activities I realized that Stephen King Jr. was at it again.
I told her he was just teasing her and that the “house” was no house, but a storage shed and that there was no mean stranger with a knife. I told her that school was a safe place and that no strangers can come in as they have door locks with a special code. I also told her to please go straight to her teacher the next time Stephen King Jr. tells a scary story about strangers with knives.
Now apparently Stephen has gone back to spinning somewhat harmless tales about Spiderman and “ghostes,” which I can tolerate a little better. She’s not mentioned the strangers with knives story again.
It’s a good thing, too, because the mama whoop ass can is on the shelf, just waiting to be opened.
Oh, and little girl at the playground last weekend who returned Caitlin’s heartfelt “bye” with a snotty “bye BABY!” and shutting your car door, thereby making Caitlin cry? The mama whoop ass can is also waiting for you.
Speaking of school, Caitlin’s preschool graduation is tonight…the cameras are charged up! Now, I’m off to find some waterproof mascara.