I helped Reilly the Red get ready for school this morning.
She didn't need much help, really. She's pretty good about that most of the time.
So we get to the bus stop (which is at the end of our driveway), and I ask her if she has her water bottle.
She said, "Yes Mom, but can you get me some fresh water?"
I said, "Can't you just fill it up with water when you get to school?"
And then the strong-willed, opinonated, you-must-think-I'm-totally-stupid, six year old came out in force, accompanied with some oh-no-she-didn't hair tossing and hand waving:
"MOM! I am NOT (head gyrating) going to fill up my (hand waving) water bottle at SCHOOL (for crying out loud)! THAT water at SCHOOL tastes like (freaking) FISH (that's what I'm talking about) WATER!"
I indulged her.
God forbid a DCF worker accuses me of forcing my precious young'un to drink FISH WATER.