The Driving Insane

There is this little preschool girl we see on a regular basis. She is so talkative and demands your entire attention. No wonder her mom sends her to talk to us. She wants a break. One day she was very insistent that she needed "printheth movies." Apparently it didn't matter what kind as long as they contained substatial coverage of princesses.

Another day she stood in front of me at the desk going on and on about something. She stopped mid-sentence and picked up a crumb on the desk. "Can I have it?"

Me: "Sure. Just don't eat it."

Her: "Why not? What is it?"

Me: "I have no idea."

Her: "Maybe it's a booger."

Then she switched subjects. "We have a parrot."

Me: "What does it say?"

Her: "I don't know." pause. "Oh it says 'Hola! Hola! Hola!'"

I never saw what she did with the crumb.