My sister's kindergarten stories:
1) a group of them played "pregnancy and giving birth" complete with the operating theatre for the birth. My sister came home with two band-aids neatly crossed over her lower *****, to stop the imaginary "bleeding" from the after-birth.
2) My sister got a fast bleeding head-wound, the explanation of which was repeatedly "Gully hit me over the head with the driver", and no more. Eventually it was tracked down that Gully had hit her on the head with a play steering wheel, which was promptly removed from the centre.
3) Nutritious lunches were served, and the kids were allowed as much dessert as they wanted as long as they finished all the food on their main meal lunch plate. My sister was addicted to custard, and couldn't stomach spinach or mushrooms. It later turned out she spent a couple of years tucking spinach and mushrooms into the pockets of her cheeks, below the gum lines, away from her tongue, and going and lining up for one, two or even three servings of custard sometimes. The kisa all went to the bathroom after lunch, where she would spit the offending spinach or mushrooms down the toilet bowl.
4) My sister went to preschool and kindergarten, while I didn't (family finances improved over time). She was three years younger than me, but 10 years ahead of me in table manners, ability to hold a knife and fork, say please and thank you automatically, and not spill food all over herself. It made for some interesting family dynamics over the dinner table for a very long time.
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