When I got home last night I asked my 3-year-old son how his day at school went.
“I had a rough day,” he replied.
“What happened?” I asked.
Then, he went into this elaborate story about how he was on the playground and this girl was pretending the jungle gym was a pirate ship.
He was pretending it was a cat apartment.
I guess he kept insisting it was a cat apartment and she kept saying it was a pirate ship.
I can so see how this would make for a rough day.