Marie called me today at work. When she got to the school to pick up the girls Cassidy had blood on the front of her shirt. She’d had a bloody nose. The teacher (substitute) could not give her a reason why. :< She had Cassidy get on the phone and this is what followed:

Cassidy: Hi Mommy.
Me: Hi, baby. What happened to your nose?
Cassidy: Aziz put a pencil up my nose and it made me sneeze and it bled.
Me: … … …
Me: What?!
Cassidy: Aziz put a pencil up my nose and it…
Me: Yes, I heard you. Why did you let him sitck a pencil up your nose, Cassidy?
Cassidy: I didn’t want him to!
Me: Cassidy, please don’t let people stick things up your nose.
Cassidy: Okay, momma.
Me: And don’t stick them up there yourself either.
Cassidy: Okay, momma.
Me: You are moving out as soon as you turn 18.
Cassidy: Okay, momma.

Cassidy: Can I go to the park now?