Hiding with Butter

I know I have posted before about my children's love for butter.

Carly's first day back was Thursday. She got up and as usual was deciding on breakfast by standing at the open fridge door. She shut the door and stated, "I will have butter for breakfast."

'On what?' I replied.

'Just butter.'

'I know, but on what? English muffin, toast, bread, biscuits, what?'

'Just butter, nothing else.'

'Ummm. No.'

She opened the fridge and stood there just short of the time needed for the penguins to actually reach our home from the South Pole. Apparently, not satisfied with anything else, she shut the fridge and went upstairs to finish getting ready for school.

I took her to school and Carly's teacher was out sick. She had a substitute. Not just any substitute, but a man, who she had never seen before. She was not happy. I let him know that she had been out for a week. If she felt bad to send her to the office. They would call me and I would come get her. BIG MISTAKE!

Less than thirty minutes later, the school nurse called. She also happens to be a friend of mine. Jessica said that Carly said her stomach hurt and she couldn't do her work. She took Carly's temperature; normal. She looked in her throat; big tonsils, not really red.

I opted to error on the side of caution and go get her. I brought her home and fed her, no, not just butter. She perked right up and asked to play Nintendo DS or watch T.V. So, I put her back in the car and took her right back to school.

She was very unhappy and said that the substitute was going to mark her conduct and she was going to hide from him, etc. I assured her that he was nice and she was NOT to hide from the teacher. When we got to school she wanted me to walk her to class, I said no. She slowly started walking down the hall. I went behind her and took a shortcut through the library. I waited for nearly ten minutes and still no Carly. As I was about to go find her I saw the librarian gently take her by the shoulder and guide her to class. Ms. Valentine saw me in the library and told me she saw Carly moping down the hall looking very suspicious. She thought Carly had said something about going outside, but I'm sure it was 'I'm going to hide.'

The rest of the day was fine and just like I told her, he didn't mark her conduct and was nice. Her teacher was happy that Carly missed her. Ms. Alford was, thankfully, back the next day.

I love that kid, but seriously she kills me sometimes.

Just Butter, really!?!?!?!?!