Last night before bed, I was reading Fancy Nancy to my four year old.

I was doing my best to keep her entertained, reading in a most believable Scottish-elder accent.

She was yawning and I could tell she was going to either toss the book or start “tickling” me and by “tickling” me, I mean doing the African python with one of her hands aimed at my esophagus and then rapid punching me, rendering me speechless so I couldn’t finish the chapter and she could go to sleep.

Chloe: Mommy, I’m just too tired to read anymore. Can I just go to sleep?
I nodded and said no problem.

Chloe: It’s just, it’s I had to eat lunch today and my arms were just tired all day from using them and having to open my lunch and now my arms are just so, so tired.

Kindergarten really is all about the arms.