Preschool life

Lily, Noah, and I were recently watching an episode of Jake & the Never Land Pirates when Lily suddenly blurted out something about a girl at school with yellow hair. "(Something something) put paint on the table and she licks it off" is what it sounded like to me. What?! I obviously misheard her.

She puts paints on the table and licks it off?!
NO!
(Oh, okay- phew.)
SHE doesn't do it.
Other people put paint on the table?
Yeah.
And she licks it off?
Yeah.
(I didn't say anything for a second, just starred at her. And she starred back at me.) That's gross, Lily.
(Watching tv again.) Yeah.

I know my child is not a perfect angel 100% of the time she's at school, but I now have something else to add to my list of conversations-that-I-thankfully-do-not-have-to-have-with-Lily's-teachers.

The original item on that list, by the way, was the 'your child bit another child today' conversation. Which, I can only assume happened, because I was there for the actual incident. I was about 10 feet away from two boys on the playground.. one on a swing, the other standing nearby, but then turned to see what Lily was doing. About 5 seconds later, I whipped my head back around at the sound of wailing.. and tears. The one on the swing had, out of nowhere, bit the other one.. on the stomach.

Preschool is rough apparently.