B is for....

Our sweet, sweet, out-of-the-box Jorja attends preschool for 3 hours a day, 5 days a week. This allows me time to focus more energy (and believe me, I need it) toward Jonah's schooling.

Each week they introduce a new letter and her awesome teacher asks that they bring in an item every Friday that begins with that week's letter. For example, for the letter M, Jorja brought in a manger. For the letter C, Jorja brought in the giant caterpillar we have on our counter. This week's letter is B. So last night, the family was saying the letter and the letter sound at the dinner table and naming as many things as we could think of that start with B. Books, babies, bottles, bibs...the list went on and on. Jorja finally agreed to take her Bitty Baby to school. But this was not her first choice. No, not at all. Her first choice was much different.

The conversation went something like this:

Jorja: B, buh, BEER!!

*Jason and I look at each other eyes wide, hiding smirks.*

Jorja: I'm going to bring beer to school!!

Me: No, you can't bring that to school.

Jorja: Why? All my friends bring drinks to school.

Just for clarification, her classmates, to my knowledge do not bring beer or any other alcoholic beverages. I'm thinking along the lines of juice and milk to go with their lunches.

Jason: They don't bring beer.

Jorja: I want to bring beer! I'm going to bring it for Ms. Mandy. I want to bring Ms. Mandy some BEER!


Me: No, you can't bring beer to school.

By this time, Jason and I were outright laughing at the situation. But Jorja was still very serious.

Jorja: I want to bring Ms. Mandy some beer. She will like it. Beer starts with B.

Thankfully, Jonah helped to convince her that Bitty Baby was a viable substitute. I can't wait for W, wuh, wine!